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Officer Bradly went to the new doughnut shop near his precinct “Doughy Delights”, he was unafraid of being a typical stereotype of cops since he keeps his body tight, unlike his fellow officers who he playfully mocks.
After one bite of the doughnut, Officer Bradly notice that the filling was extremely delicious… but also very lardy. Just then, as he’s tasting the fatty substance, he feels a gurgle in his stomach. He rapidly swells with fat, his clothes tearing off and his once rock hard body becoming buried in blubber.
What was he going to tell his chief? Maybe he’ll bring a doughnut to “soften” the blow of his new obese body.
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The Star Player
Themes: weight gain, secret feeding, force feeding, teasing, sexual content
Danny was hot, and he knew it, with chiselled good looks, a toned body and soccer skills to match he had a level of confidence most could only dream to aspire to. Unfortunately for the rest of his teammates, this confidence made him the most arrogant, cocky and self-absorbed player they had ever had. Amongst the team, Dylan, Zack, and Liam were the only ones considered close enough to Danny for him to refer to them as friends, though this didn't mean they avoided his scrutiny.
'Come on bro we've been running for like 5 minutes. How can you be tired already?' Danny exclaimed.
'5 MINUTES?!' Liam shot back, 'we've lapped this field twice!'
'Yeah yeah, well its your fault for not keeping up with pre season training, and no offence but its starting to show', Danny smirked.
Liam started to go redder than he had just been from the running, he knew he put on a few pounds over the break but he was hoping it wasn't enough to notice, but for someone as critical as Danny it was easily found as a flaw.
'Better be careful or you'll end up like Dylan and Zac that time they went to visit their families for the summer, remember how Dylan's ass split those jeans!' Danny laughed, clearly revelling in his friends embarrassments.
Dylan and Zac grimaced, visiting family meant that their relatives fed them until they were full practically every meal along with desserts too. Unsurprisingly, this combined with the sedentary movement meant they packed on some kilos, the boys both lost the weight after some effort but not before Dylan made the unfortunate decision to wear his tightest skinny jeans to a houseparty.
'Yeah whatever, you shouldn't mock you never know it could happen to you' Dylan yelled.
'Not a chance' Danny smiled smugly, 'I eat healthy and exercise to keep my body in the best condition'
The rest of the friends rolled their eyes, they knew this was a complete lie, Danny was one of those guys blessed with a fast metabolism, other than the exercise he ate like crap majority of the time, luckily for him these treats never seemed to stick like they did to the others.
'See ya, can't let you lard asses slow me down' Danny shouted as he jogged off ahead.
'Why are we friends with him again?' asked Zac.
'God knows, that guy has no sympathy or any idea how lucky he is' Dylan replied.
'Well what if we got him to understand?' Liam smiled at Dylan and Zac, who were visibly confused 'well the season is almost over, thats a few months without any exercise, what if we tried padding out Danny's diet?'
'He'd never fall for it, his looks are way to important to him' Dylan whined.
'Well the one thing we know about Danny is he'll never admit he has a weakness' Liam pointed out.
Zac brightened up, 'so that means he would never admit his metabolism wasn't working'
The guys smiled at each other and quickly began working out a schedule for their plan, each one wondering just how fat Danny could get.
*******
The boys started off small, when each of them would hang out with Danny, they'd go for fast food or go to the store and buy snacks. They also made sure that everytime Danny came over their pantries were stocked with fattening cakes, pies and pastries, all of which they knew would be irresistible to Danny's sweet tooth. Their plan was working, every moment Danny was with them he was eating, cheeseburgers with Zac, Doughnuts with Dylan and multiple cakes anytime he hung out with Liam.
'Look how bloated I am' Danny exclaimed one evening 'I look like one of you fatboys!', Danny laughed as he poked at his solid stomach, the rest of the boys smiled at his joke, knowing that that may soon be true
'Hey do we have any of that cheesecake left?'
Sooner than they thought.
*******
It had been a month since the guys had started trying to fatten Danny up. One night after clubbing, the boys returned to Zac's house to sleep for the night, after making sure that Danny had his fill of fast food on the way home of course. After crashing due to the heavy drinking the night before, Dylan woke up the next morning to Zac shaking him awake.
'Wh...what is it' Dylan groaned still reeling from the night before.
'Just come and look at this dude' Zac whispered in excitement.
Zac led Dylan to the couch, where Danny was still fast asleep.
'Look!'
Dylan focused on Danny, with the blurry vision subsiding he could see Danny more clearly, his t-shirt had ridden up during the night exposing the beginning of a softened belly, it couldn't have been more than 10lbs but compared to the slim frame he had originally it stuck out like a sore thumb, he also noticed how his sweatpants which used to be fairly baggy on him before seemed to be stretched across his ass, clearly struggling against the newfound weight gain.
'Damn dude, I didn't think this would actually happen, how has he gotten so chubby?' Dylan questioned.
'Its what we've been feeding him' Zac smirked 'he hasn't stopped eating at all, we're always giving him fast food or candy or cake, its finally starting to stick'
'So it is... have you told Liam?'
'Liam already noticed, said that he went for burgers with Danny after the movies and when they got back, he swore he could hear the waisband of his jeans straining'
'I wonder if he'll pop them...' Dylan said absentmindedly
Zac smiled 'why don't we find out?'
Zac poked Danny in the side of his torso, curious to see how far the flab extended, causing Danny to jolt awake.
'WHA...oh hey, damnnn I'm hungover, do we have anything to drink'
Zac winked quickly to Dylan 'we've got that triple chocolate milkshake in the fridge or I could just get you some water-'
'Mmmm the milkshake definitely' Danny moaned 'whats for breakfast I'm starving'
'Pancakes with whipped cream and syrup' Dylan replied quickly
'Thank god, I wasn't in the mood for breakfast pizza again, I'm gonna take a shower'
Dylan and Zac watched as Danny wandering over to the bathroom, noticing the slight jiggle in his plumpened rear.
'Yeah I'll be surprised if he even gets his jeans over that ass in a few weeks, let alone button them' Zac laughed
Dylan chuckled, 'time to get lardass his stack of pancakes'
*******
With the plan working better than they thought and Danny none the wiser, Dylan, Zac and Liam went into overdrive feeding Danny, when they got fast food, Danny's order always had extra burgers or an extra side 'accidentally', a doughnut quickly became 3 doughnuts and pastries and cookies seemed endlessly available whenever Danny felt like it (which was often all the time). Danny seemed completely oblivious to his rapidly expanding waistline, failing to notice how his shirts always rose up whenever he had to reach for something and how his sweatpants once baggy and loose know were stretched thinly across his widening bubblebutt.
This was until one morning when Danny and Liam were due to go to their usual trip to the store, Danny's other clothes were in the dryer, so he was forced to dig around in his dresser for pants, he settled on his jeans pulling them up over his legs with some minor resistance from his expanding behind, as he pulled the jeans together he noticed they didn't close. Confused, he pulled again, where each side of the waistband remained a good inch apart.
Danny wandered over to his mirror, finally seeing what he had been oblivious to for so long. Shirtless, he saw where once the hint of abs had been now sat a gut of soft flab, turning slowly he saw his new love handles spilling over the straining pants he had attempted to put on, he turned further, pulling the jeans slightly down to see how his ass once perky had swollen out to double its size covered by thick flab and barely contained by his boxers.
'This can't be happening' Danny whispered to himself 'It's gotta be bloating...or an allergy or-'
Danny sucked in as hard as he could just about managing to get the jeans fastened, accentuating the muffin top he had developed
'Damn' he said to himself, before unconsciously taking a bite of the leftover pizza by his bed.
CREAKKKK...POP
The button on Danny's jeans burst forward, unable to withstand the injection of calories.
'Uh oh'.
*******
'whats wrong dude?' Liam asked the subdued Danny later that day.
'Err nothing, yeah I'm fine all good' Danny choked back, thanking god his friends hadn't noticed the weight he'd gained.
'Are you sure you seem different-'
'Im fine'
'Okayy, anyway I bought you some doughnuts, I know how you've been liking the heavy cream chocolate ones so I got you a few, I may have had one or two or... some on the way back but theres plenty there'
'I'm uhh not that hungry to be honest'
'But you're always hungry' Liam laughed 'don't tell me your worried about that speedy metabolism of yours'
'OF COURSE NOT, I ...I guess I'll just have one for now'
As Danny bit into the doughtnut the taste of heaven flooded his mouth, fuck they were so good, maybe...maybe I can just have another one, two more max, I mean my metabolism has always been pretty fast I'm sure I'll get back in shape in no time'.
'Damn these are so good' Danny moaned between mouthfuls.
'I know dude, maybe I'll just have a couple more' Liam said.
Danny glanced up, noticing how Liam still had yet to lose the weight, it almost looked like he had gained a few more pounds since then, no way he was losing all that before the season starts, the thought of Liam spilling out of his soccer kit made Danny feel...weird, but that feeling was quickly overridden by the next doughnut entering his mouth.
Danny had tried his best to eat less, but it seemed like everyday his friends had new fattening foods for him, leaving out cakes and pastries that he just couldn't resist snacking on, with constant trips to fast food places, it was getting harder to hide his expanding body. Forunately for him, he did not seem to be the only one blimping out.
'Are you sure you should have another one of those' Dylan questioned, as Liam reached in for his 7th slice of pizza.
'Why wouldn't I?' Liam asked.
'Dude, you haven't noticed that Danny's not the only one packing on the pounds around here' Zac giggled, poking the flabby tummy that Liam had that was only getting bigger since the weeks that had past.
'So I've put on a few, its hard when theres so much food around' Liam said between mouthfuls.
'Hmm, just be careful our traditions coming up, you don't wanna be bursting out of your suit'
'Crap I forgot about that'
Before the new season started, the boys had the tradition of a night out in which they all wore suits with their soccer kits underneath, changing when they got into the club. The comments that Danny had made last year about how the other boys looked like sausages packed in casing had not been forgotten, and they were eager for Danny to finally have a taste of his own medicine.
'Do you think that he'll even fit in his suit?' Dylan asked.
'Doubt it, he must've gained 30 or 40 pounds by now, only in 3 months, the shirt won't be able to cover that' Zac exclaimed gleefully.
'I can't wait to find out' responded Dylan.
*******
'Danny hurry up!' Zac yelled from the other side of the door 'we gotta get this started soon'
'Yeah... 5 mins...' Danny spluttered back.
He couldn't believe it, he'd managed to gain at least 5 more pounds since he'd realised his weight gain and the suit was not that forgiving in showing it, a much smaller size than he currently was. The shirt of the suit strained against the chubby belly he'd developed with significant gaps in the holes in between even whilst he was sucking in, the pants were a struggled to get on themselves wriggling and jumping up and down to attempt to get them over the ass fattened by cake and doughnuts, getting them buttoned was a whole other struggle having to lay flat on his back they strained so tight that Danny felt even the littlest intake of breath would send the button flying, the pants were way too tight on him too, clinging to the now accentuated curves on his thighs and creaking trying to support his new frame.
'Oh nooo' Danny muttered, he knew that it was gonna be a little tight but nothing like this, it should've been indicated to him when he put on his kit to go underneath, the jersey that he purposely sized too small to show off his flat stomach now clung to his torso, with his love handles peeking out the bottom every time he lifted his arms, and the shorts he worse which already had been a little tight for the same reason as his jersey now rode up higher thanks to Danny's rounder behind, and rode a good few inches higher on his thighs than they originally had.
'I can't have gotten fat, theres no way that...'
'HURRY UP, oh my god you and Liam are gonna make us so late!'
Over in Liam's room, he was finding that he also was struggling with his suit, whilst his weight gain wasn't as big as Danny's, the button on his pants was significantly tighter than it once had been
Crap, Liam thought to himself, he knew that he had been enjoying his fair few snacks with Danny but he didn't think he'd get so chunky
'I guess no food for me tonight' Liam said to himself, unsure if he'd be able to keep his own promise.
*******
The boys were already in the kitchen when Danny walked out. It took everything in them to contain themselves from laughing and poking the flab that seemed to stem from everywhere on his body, it was clear he was sucking in as hard as he could, it was almost comicable.
Dylan motioned to Zac.
'Yo, we've got some food before we go, lets just chill here for a bit before going out" Zac said on cue.
Dylan entered behind him with a tray of various foods, each more fattening and calorie ridden than the last, pizza, cake, cookies, all the stuff Danny had been gorging on for the past few months.
"I'm not that hungry-" Danny began to say, he was panicking, his suit was barely holding together with creaking coming from various seams as he moved.
"You gotta try some of this stuff dude, besides with your metabolism you don't even have to worry" Zac said.
How had they not noticed Danny thought to himself, hoping that his weight gain wasn't that obvious, maybe they were too worried about themselves, He looked over at Liam, his suit seemed like it was struggling with the extra weight he had noticed, the button on his pants looked like it was gonna burst any second, Danny didn't know why but that thought made him...hot...
"Yeah you gotta try this eclair dude" Dylan said, before Danny could even react he quickly placed the pastry in Danny's protesting mouth.
The flavour overcame Danny, it was so delicious, maybe, maybe he could try just a little bit.
"Take the coat off bro you must be boiling" Zac suggested, he grabbed the neck of the coat disrobing it from Danny in a swift move.
This left the tightness of Danny's shirt on full display, his love handles pressed against the side of the fabric, the buttons strained, not helped by the eclair ingested a few moments ago, and Danny's plump rear threatening to burst the seat of his tight pants clinging to the material.
"I'm not too hungry I don't really need-" Danny began.
"Oo try this one" Zac said picking out another cream filled pastry and shoving it into Danny's mouth
Danny moaned "wow thats so good"
"This ones even better" Dylan said feeding Danny a cookie
"Guys I don't think I should eat all-" Danny tried to say.
"Don't worry bro you'll be fine, have this one" Zac interrupted, he gently placed a hand on Danny's soft side feeling the love handle as he placed another fattening cream filled pastry in his mouth.
"Its so tight-" murmered Danny
"One more" Dylan said.
As Dylan placed a cake into Danny's mouth, Danny swallowed, a gentle creak was heard before- BANG! Pop, pop! The button on Danny's pants burst forward followed by the the lower two buttons on his shirt, leaving his lower gut and love handles on display.
"Oh-, they must've shrunk in the wash I'll just get-" Danny started, bending down to pick up the burst buttons before- SHHRIPPPP! Danny's pants had finally relented to his doughy behind creating a huge tear in his rear that practically left the pants in tatters.
Silence filled the room before, Zac and Dylan burst out laughing.
Dylan walked over to Danny "Its like the worlds fattest superman" he laughed, lifting Danny's shirt to show the jersey tight underneath, poking into the flab that spilled out the bottom.
"What are you talking about" Danny said flustered.
"We're talking about how much of a lardass you turned into fatboy!" Zac said, walked up behind Danny and slapping his ass "look at that jiggle" he laughed "look how tight those shorts are!"
"So I've put on a little weight, I've been bulking" Danny attempted to rationalise
"Pfft, like bulking involves stuffing your face with cake, pastries and every takeaway we get you whilst doing no exercise" Dylan refuted, "face it dude you got FAT" Dylan grabbed Danny's gut and shook it, poking and prodding it, "damn just how much did you put on doughboy"
"Enough to be about 10x slower on the field, maybe we should keep feeding him and put him in goal" Zac smirked, "not much of a star player now huh" he said slapping Danny's gut beside Dylan.
"It would be pretty funny seeing how much these shorts could take" Dylan said slapping Danny's ass.
"You guys- you guys did this, what the hell?!" Danny said beginning to storm off
"well you made it so damn easy, you must've noticed, not like you were fitting that fat ass into your jeans" Zac said as he walked away.
"Stop guys" Liam said, following Danny to his room.
*******
"I'm sorry bro, its just you have always been so critical, we just wanted you to know how it felt" Liam started.
Danny looked up, "I know, in a way I kinda knew I was getting chubby... I don't know it felt good to relax... to not worry about being perfect... and let go... I kind of liked it."
Liam was confused, "really?"
"Yeah" Danny said "you're telling me you haven't enjoyed getting doughnuts with me, chilling and that feeling of being warm...soft..."
Liam was starting to get flustered "I guess... it was nice I kinda liked letting go... when you were gaining weight I felt like I didn't have to worry about myself"
"Worried about yourself? Why would you care what I thought?"
The room was silent for a few seconds before Liam eventually responded "I guess I've always kinda liked you yanno... and when you started gaining weight you felt more attainable and it kinda suited you... it made you look hotter"
Liam felt terrified, he can't believe he'd said that out loud.
Danny stood up, unbuttoning the few buttons left on his shirt and ripping away the tattered remains of his pants before walking over to Liam.
"You like me like this?"
Liam trembled, "yeah..."
"Even though I can barely fit in my soccer jersey and shorts" he questioned
"Oh definitely..." Liam whispered
"I kinda have a confession of my own" Danny started, walking over to pick up a cold pizza slice from the side of his bed, "I've kind of been enjoying watching you blimp out too... everytime you were eating I watched you indulge it turned me on so damn much"
Liams eyes lit up.
"And I can see you've been enjoying those indulgences" Danny gently felt alongside Liam, squeezing the love handle spilled over his pants, before tracing down to the straining button on Liam's pants.
Liam stood frozen, he was so stunned he couldn't even speak.
Danny rose his hand to Liam's cheek "open up for me fatboy"
Liam opened his mouth before Danny placed the pizza slice into his mouth, taking a bite, "just a few more baby" Danny whispered.
After Liam finished the slice, Danny placed a hand on Liam's flabby belly strained against his shirt "breathe out for me", Liam exhaled- POP! The button burst on his pants flying halfway across the room.
Danny smirked, Liam looked shocked, before he could react the guys kissed, during which Danny removed Liam's shirt and jersey, before taking off his own.
"I can't believe this is happening" Liam whimpered.
"Better believe it, I'm gonna keep feeding you until you overtake me, theres gonna be nothing in your wardrobe that fits once I'm done" Danny growled.
"Please" Liam moaned, "I'm gonna make sure that fat ass of yours bursts those shorts"
Both Liam and Danny were so turned on, their naked jiggly bodies writhing against each other.
"Trust me yours is gonna be double the size of mine when I'm done with you" Danny said smirking.
"What are Dylan and Zac gonna say about us two ex-jocks" Liam giggled
"Never know, Dylan eats like a maniac, that ass was pressed hard against those pants tonight, i thought we were gonna have a jeans incident again" Danny laughed
"You wanna talk jeans, Zac couldn't fit into his last night, I saw him desperately trying to button them, I guess we weren't the only ones struggling with all that food" Liam retorted.
"Hmm I guess those boys might need a little encouragement too, maybe I'll try to get Zac to burst those jeans of his- and maybe a few bigger sizes" Danny drooled.
"And maybe I'll see if I can fatten Dylans ass out of his shorts quicker than I can fatten you out of yours" Liam winked
"Its a date baby, lets fatten those two up also, but trust me I'm not gonna slow down on your gains" Danny said.
"Oh I have no plan on slowing down on you anytime soon either lard butt" Liam said jiggling one of Danny's swollen ass cheeks, "so thickk"
"Damn rightt" Danny grabbed a slice of pizza shoving one into Liam's mouth before taking on for himself "I love you fatboy"
"Me too fatass" Liam said, gripping Danny's swollen behind, before Danny buried his face in Liam's gut, before both boys climaxed.
"I'm kinda hungry"
A Fattening Boat Ride
Themes: FIRST PERSON POV, weight gain, teasing, sexual content, secret fattening, force feeding, humiliation
It was official... college was over... somehow you and your friends had got the grades you wanted... all from the prestigious college your families had attended... and thanks to generous donations you had come out with a pretty glamorous educational background...
Of course this was no surprise... you and you friends were rich... the world was your oyster... there was nothing you couldn't do...
Each of you blessed with wonderful genetics too... tall with sharp faces... hot bodies from chef prepared diets and personal trainers... having only the finest food...
As a plan for the end of the final semester... you and the rest of your boys had decided to utilise your friend's father's boat for an epic 5 month trip around the world... and there it sat before you on the marina... formidable... luxurious and completely yours for the next few months...
*******
You and your 4 friends walked around the supermarket... confused at the layout...
"Where the fuck is the coq au vin?" You hear Thomas ask...
"This place is confusingggg" Max responds...
You take no notice, glaring around at the mishapen bodies, irked by their smiles and just going about with their lives... "so many fatties and uggos here" you grimace....
"Don't be a dick bro..." Connor rolls his eyes...
"Its built into him bro" Benjamin adds on...
Typical... those two backing each other up... Connor was always the nice one... and Ben liked Connor... maybe too much... whatever.... you didn't understand why that annoyed you....
"Oh please don't give me that... I know your just bitter because of the last time you 'bulked' over the winter I called you 'jigglecheeks' " you snark back... grabbing one of Connor's asscheeks...
"Fuck off bro... I lost it thats the whole point..." Connor retorts flashing red....
"Yeah yeah" you say...
You glance back down at the list... satisfied with humiliating your friend... before sighing...
"Fuck this... just grab loads of stuff from the frozen section, snacks too, of and losts of beer, cola too, sweets and stuff, yanno stuff that won't go off" you say to Max and Thomas....
They nod... running off to do your bidding...
"I'm gonna grab some vegetables and shit-" Connor says wandering off... Ben close behind him...
"Whatever... don't waste money on stupid stuff just get enough for you or whatever... jigglecheeks... " you smirk cruelly...
They roll their eyes....
You go to wait out side... bored of doing the chores already....
*******
Running the boat would be a lot of work sure... but with the barbecue at least the cooking would be easy... lots of quick meals and snacks too... you guys had overdone it on the beers too...
Dividing up work... you quickly delegated yourself the least amount of effort... boat captain...
"But... its my dad's boa-" Max began to question as you shot him a glare....
And then it was settled... while the other guys would be working on the maintenance... you would be swinging in a hammock... eating another ice cream and having a beer enjoying the sun...
At the mealtimes... you let Thomas take control of the grill... as you guys sat shirtless as the cool evening sun hit your tanned bodies...
"Another burger Con?" Thomas asks....
"Nah one was good man... I gotta keep this calorie maintenance... I wanna look jacked when we hit the harbour at home" he smirks... pumping his own biceps as Ben looks away awkwardly...
You frown... childish attitude taking over... "oh damn that must suck bro they're so delicious... I'll have his one Tom and another" you smirk at him....
"Whatever" he says, going back to chatting with Ben...
Anger stews inside you a little... as Thomas hands you the plate... you grabbing it and eating the cheeseburgers oozing with grease in fury... before finishing... and then snatching Max's chocolate bar out of his hands and starting to eat it...
"Hey-" he starts...
"Oh shush you've had like four" you snap...
"Whatever..." he responds... going in for a fifth....
*******
A few weeks into the trip and you'd never felt better... enjoying the summer breeze each day... your luxury room at night... endless barbeques... endless beer... endless treats... no responsiblities... you... your friends and the open ocean...
You glance at your expensive watch... noon... thats strange usually the other guys would be up here by now preparing lunch... you head below deck to try and find them... following the sounds of grunts from the hallway...
As you turn to Thomas and Max's room... you stand dumbfounded...
"Have you tried these ones?" Connor says holding up a pair of shorts up to Max...
"Bro those were the first ones I tried on" he whines...
"Yeah well I'm trying to button up the shirt bro... but... its slim fit maybe you should just stick with the tee" Ben says...
"But this is my favourite one.... it looks... good... looked... good on me" Thomas replies a little crestfallen...
Your still watching the scene, Connor trying to lift Max's shorts up over his butt as they struggled to stay balanced... Thomas's face going red as he sucks in... Ben trying to button his shirt from behind before he breathes out... his new belly sticking out between the gap...
"What the...."
They turn to look at you...
"Bro... we've gained weight" Max says hesitantly... "nothing fucking fits us... fuck it... give me the stretch shorts and Thomas just wear the tee bro... this 15 pounds has ruined our wardrobe man..."
"How the fuck did you two turn into such fatties!" You burst into laughter... as the boys exchange glances...
Max begins to speak... "bro... uhhh... when I said WE gained weight I meant-"
"I know what you mean dumdum..." you saunter over to them... Thomas first... grabbing his small rolls with your hands...
"Hey don't-" he starts...
"You mean that Thomas here has got a chubby little beer belly... fuckin fatboy..." you laugh before sneaking up on Max...
"And you!... fuck its like Jigglecheeks V2..." you smirk at Connor... who isn't as annoyed as you'd like... "like seriously bro look at this fat ass...." you grab it and slap it as Max pushes you away...
"I guess you two better skip lunch! Regardless hurry up with the barbecue I'm hungry bro... qnd I'm not gonna miss out cause you two piggies can't stop eating" you laugh again... sauntering out...
"We all see it right?" Max asks....
"The fact his ass is swelling up into two watermelons beneath those shorts...?" Connor responds
"And the little muffintop he's got going on under that loose shirt?" Benjamin adds...
"Okay good...." Max breathes, "we should tell him... that smug dic-"
"Nah..." says Thomas, still a little red... "nah... not yet" he smirks at the boys as they return it...
*******
You awake in your luxury en suite room again... your head still somewhat pounding... you'd told the boys again and again to stop bringing you beers when you went overboard but they never listened... they really were shit at this... cooking too much food on the barbeque by accident... accidentally leaving ice cream out of the freezer so you would have to finish it... it was ridiculous...
Your stomach rumbled... hungry... you'd barely eaten anything last night... just those 6 burgers and pint of ice cream...
There was only a month or so left and you were looking forward to using the rest of it to relax... Max and Thomas were worried about not eating too much all the time... you guessed thats what happens when you let yourself become a fatty... they still hadn't lost their weight... maintaining the same amount... you lobed teasing them for it... reminding them constantly...
You pull on your boxers... before grabbing your favourite shorts... honestly how do they not notice they got so fat-
The shorts stop... what... you pull them... they don't budge... you glance in the mirror... yanking them up as you watch as your ass refuses to let them pass...
Oh you must've picked up Thomas's old ones... you'd done that a few days ago... grabbed a pair that you thought was yours... the boys told you the truth... oh well you always thought the unbuttoned look was a hot style on a fit guy anyway....
You throw the shorts to the side... picking up another pair... before the exact same thing happened... what the...
You grab another... they wouldn't go over it... you start to get a bit panicky... switching to trousers as you strained jumping up and down whining... your ass jiggling... no not jiggling...no right?....
One pair finally relents... yes yes... see... they fit... ice cream and burgers flash across your mind... each greasy calorie fuelled mouthful... but they fit... they fit right... you suck in... desperately trying to button...
Come on... they fit... they FIT.... on the fourth attempt you make it... zipping them up... see its just the shorts... you walk over to the mirror... barely turning to glance in it before...
POP!
The button hits the wardrobe.... but you don't even notice because for the first time you actually properly look in the mirror... noticing what you'd been in denial of this whole time...
Your sharp jawlined face still remained... but there was definitely a puffiness to the cheeks... a softness emerging onto it... as your eyes wander down to the toned pecs... you realise in their place is much softer version... jigglier with each movement as your eyes wander to the root of the problem... in place of your abs a bulging belly sticks out... you poke it as the finger seeps into the flesh... before pinching the blossoming love handles muffintopping over the sides of your waistband... turning to gulp at the size of the meaty plump buttcheeks now threatening to emerge from the quickly retreating south trousers....
No... no this can't be... you think... this must be like... an allergic reaction... you rush to your bathroom grabbing the scale... its not in its usual position but you don't question why... searching to find it at the back of your closet before stepping on...
40 pounds. 40 pounds of fat clinging to your frame...
No... the other two had only gained 20 pounds how had you gained 40!... it wasn't fair... you weren't supposed to get fat! You never got fat!...
What were you going to wear anyway???...
You rifle around... finding the black swim trunks you accidentally bought in a size one too big... thank god... you put it on... grimacing at the fact it was still pretty tight...
You just had to take it easy... the trip would be over... and the boys would be none the wiser... I mean they hadn't noticed yet right?...
*******
The next month is anything but easy... wearing the same swim trunks and having to stay in your room while they washed... you lived in fear that the comments would come but they never did...
You were unable to slow down on the food either... the boys kept bringing you some as you insisted they did before.... cooking your copious amount of burgers and bringing your snacks throughout the day... if you insisted they stop it would only look suspicious... and truth be told you were ALWAYS hungry anyway...
By the time the final few days were around... you'd gained 5 more pounds at least... if you were honest probably closer to 10...
The final evening emerged... you kept up your cocky attitude of course... it would mean the boys wouldn't concentrate on you... slapping Max's plump ass... jiggling Thomas's belly saying he had to lay off the ice cream... you kept glancing over at Ben laughing with Connor... there it was again... that annoyance... but why??.... it just made you want to eat and drink more...
You lay in the hammock as the evening sun still lights the sea... almost drifting off to sleep when Thomas appears...
"Bro we have a surprise for you... come to the main deck"...
You get up following him... you could feel the thin material of swim trunks straining... you'd really put them to the test lately...
"Its not another pint of ice cream is it?..." you ask hesitantly...
"Better bro" he smirks... a smirk you don't quite like...
You head up to the deck... woah....
*******
Lights decorate around the area... on each side buffet trays of rich food surround the railings... pastries... cakes... meats and cheeses... they all glistening in the glow of the evening sun....
"Why did you guys..." you smile...
"Just for you bro... you deserve it... well we all do for college but you especially... you get first dibs..." Max smirks...
The boys watch you as you survey around... the tightness of the trunks... you really shouldnt... oh well... one last night, right?...
You take a bite of a pastry having a few before a few cakes... you feel the trunks strain...
"Mmph.... delicious bro... I think thats enough for me-"
"Nah bro... you can have some more..." Thomas smirks... as you realise the guys are coming closer... grabbing food off the trays....
"Wait... what are you doing.... boys?? *mmph*" you say eyes widening.... before Max shoves a pastry in your mouth...
"Shutup bro... we've had to listen to all your showing off... your teasing comments... now its your turn..." Max laughs...
Your eyes glimmer with realisation and Max notices it too...
"Thats right fatboy... we know how much of a chubby porker you turned into" he grabs the flesh of your belly... jiggling it... "damn bro what have you gained 60 pounds!?"...
"FIFTY- I mean I haven't! Its like just a few pounds I'm not fat!" You insist...
"Ohh come on bro... we all see these plump fucking asscheeks in those tight shorts" Thomas laughs... coming up behind you and squeezing them... causing you to jolt upright...
"No... its just... no!" You insist...
"Jigglecheeks v3... and v4... and v5..." Connor laughs... shoving another pastry in...
Ben stands on the corner... your eyes glancing at him briefly as your cheeks start to burn...
You feel the trunks strain tighter and tighter... they start to grab more food... pinching at your belly... jiggling you... squeezing your soft pecs and thick lovehandles... smacks and grabs of your plump asscheeks...
"Fat rich boy... thats his new title" Thomas laughs...
"Plump fucking porker more likely" Connor retorts... his fingers prodding into your flab...
"I'm *mmph* not *creaakkk* fat! *mmmmmmphhh*"
SHRIIIIPPPPPPPPPP
Your swimming trunks split off completely... falling to the floor as you cover your crotch...
But not before the boys can get a look at how hard you were... they fall to the floor laughing...
Connor stands up... grabbing something from one of the trays... a camera... no....
The clicks of the camera are numerous... shots of Thomas shoving a pastry in your mouth... Max slapping your fat ass... Connor squeezing your soft pecs... hundreds and hundreds of variations...
You had to get out of here... running below deck as the boys slap your fat cheeks as you run past...
You head to your room... uncovering your crotch to discover you're still rock hard...
*******
You're intereupted by a knock at the door as you try and wrap a towel around your waist...
"Fuck off guys!" You shout... anger... but with a hint of embarrassment in there...
"Its just me" Ben says through the door...
You're cheeks flash full scarlet... why... why did... oh...
"Come in..." you whisper almost...
You stand there sucked in... going redder as Ben's eyes wander down you...
"Look I know its different... but but I can still get hot again... I'll be attractive and then.... maybe we..." you let your voice trail off as the realisation hits Ben...
"Oh...I see..." he stares...
"Fuck... you don't wanna date me like this... you breathe out... I'm fat fuck..." you say... disappointment in your face....
He wanders over to you... places a hand on your belly...
"I think you've never been so fucking hot..." he says...
You stare at him confused before dropping the towel and pulling him in for a kiss...
"Wait you... like me like this... were you the one who-" you begin, pulling back...
"No that was the boys plan... you were so rude to them and so cocky that you didn't even notice when they gained weight.... you did too...they just helped it along... for a while..." he says... his hands massaging your belly as he works his way round to squeeze your love handles...
"Shit" it all made sense... all that food... too much leftovers... shorts that 'werent his'... fuck... they made him into a proper porker thanks to his own denial...
"But if I'm honest with you... this is kinda my kink..." Ben's face reddens... "It's what happened to Connor although I didn't tell him... he started gaining weight from all the food I was giving him... once I told him he said he wasn't into it so I stopped... and he was attractive but I always felt there was something missing..." he confesses...
He doesn't look at you....
"Like a belly" you say, pulling his chin towards yours as you look each other in the eyes and kiss again...
"And a big plump ass" he says his hands squeezing your meaty thick cheeks...
"Fuck... why do I like this... all this time... I've been the hot one... the richest friend... and now I just want you to feed me... fatten me up... fuck it turns me on so much..." you moan....
His hands explore your body the friction getting to you as you make out on the bed...
"Fuck I wanna feed you more... make you my fatboy" Ben says... you rip of his clothes... your hands on his toned body... his mucular ass...
"Then do it bro..." you say... pointing at the tray of snacks that had been delivered to your room earlier...
Ben starts shoving in pastries.... *mmph mmph*
"There gonna tease me... the boys... fuck... those photos.... everyones gonna laugh at how much of a fatboy I turned into" you say breathlessly...
"But you want it don't you bro... fuck you're so hot..." Ben responds his hands working all over your body... squeezing every bit of fat he can find....
"*mmmph* fuck yes... make...me.... *grunt* your.... fatboyyyy"
You both climax... falling next to each other on the bed....
You turn to him... kissing again...
You smirk... "when's breakfast"....
The Chav
Themes: fat chav, weight gain, secret fattening, sexual content, teasing, bullying.
George was an asshole, he'd spent so much of his life in sixth form bullying anyone he could. Especially Luke, Luke was a scrawny nerd who spent most of his time buried in a textbook determined to get the grades he needed for his dream university. George was the complete opposite, although he had a pretty thin frame, he was taller and prefered to spend his time with his mates, usually destroying something or stealing something and would most definitely not be found doing work, and somehow he'd managed to stay in this mentality all the way up until they were 18... bullying Luke all the way.
"Yo why you in such a hurry man"
Shit. Luke knew what this meant, the usual shakedown.
George sauntered up to Luke, "what we got today then eh?".
He unzipped Luke's bag, and swiftly took out his crisps and any loose change.
"Think I'll keep hold of these, junk foods bad for you dontcha know," he smirked, before winking and wandering off back to his friends laughing and tucking into Luke's crisps.
"Everytime" Luke muttered to himself.
Luke sat in his next class, he was frustrated thinking about how he'd let George walk all over him for so long. He sighed to himself, there wasn't much he could do, he hardly had the means to fight back and snitching was guarenteed to make it worse.
'Junk food is bad for you dontcha know'
Remembering what George had said in their previous confrontation, Luke's eyes lit up, the ultimate revenge, it was too perfect. Every day George would steal his food and money, maybe if he could figure out a way to impact George's waistline significantly, he would lose his power, not to mention an easy insult to the previously infallible image George had made himself.
Quickly he started to think about ways to make his plan work.
*******
Before he knew it the next day came, and like clockwork, George was performing his usual shakedown.
"Oo whatta we have this time" George pulled out the container in Luke's backpack. Opening up the container he found a dozen of the most heavenly-smelling double chocolate chip cookies.
"Mmm think I'll keep hold of these for you mate" George once again walked off tucking into the cookies.
Luke smirked, he had taken the bait as planned, the cookies fattening enough as they were with how much heavy cream and sugar used in them, were laced with appetite increasers. Now to see whether they'll work.
Luke glanced at George and his group, watching as George went in for a third cookie.
Oh yeah, they were working.
Throughout the rest of the day, anytime Luke saw George he seemed to be eating, at lunch it was a bucket of KFC, each of their classes he was chewing candy and just before he left to go home he caught him with a packet of doughnuts outside the local shop.
Luke was practically ecstatic, his plan was working, he thought of how funny George would look all puffed up... straining his tracksuit set... a fat ass stretched against...- wait, he quickly regained his composure, must've just been excited his plan was working, yeah thats its.
*******
The next few weeks appeared to fly by, each day Luke would bring in any fattening foods he could find, cookies, sweets, crisps, cakes all modified to max out calories and boost appetites, and each day George would steal them out of his backpack to eat, along with the many other snacks he suddenly found himself interested in.
It wasn't until about a month in until Luke started to notice the subtle change in George's physique. The tracksuit sets he wore weren't the most form fitting but to Luke's trained eyes he was able to see the change, the slight thickening around George's once slim waist, how whenever he reached up to get something his jacket usually now had a little love handle to cling on to, and how his ass once flat now seemed to push out more against the fabric of his trackies.
Luke was thrilled that his plan was working, although he was the only one that seemed to notice so far, he enjoyed seeing how George was filling out, staring at him across the hall he thought about how most of the weight seemed to go to his lower torso and ass, he thought about how he was only going to get bigger and how he'd look desperately trying to fit his rounder self into tight clothes.
Luke suddenly noticed how turned on he felt, he was confused, although he'd never really been interested in dating, the thought of feeding George... making him fatter... teasing him as his ass split his tracksuit open... fuck now he really was turned on, he quickly shook his head at his own thoughts. No, nevermind I don't want to do that... He headed home before and that night spent most of his time trying to staunch the images in his head.
*******
Luke was ecstatic. It had been a few more weeks since he'd noticed the initial thickening of George, and thanks to a broken air conditioner in a classroom, he finally got to see the effects. Due to the heat most of the guys had removed their jackets and George was no exception, Luke finally got the full look, in just a white t-shirt Luke could see the developing soft pauch pushing out, and when George got up to use the bathroom he could see the soft lovehandles spilling out over his trackies which now contained a definitive bubblebutt pushing against the fabric which seemed to be growing tighter each day.
The developments only inspired Luke more, he made it his mission to bring in a larger amount of food each day, all of which he knew George couldn't resist, he also tried his best to bring in money that he knew George would steal and confidently spend on more treats for himself.
Although he hadn't seen much direct attention on George's growth, he was fortunate enough be sitting in a bathroom stall when a couple of George's mates entered.
'Have you seen him recently?'
'Tell me about it, I mean the fat bastard is always eating its no surpise he's gotten porky'
'Init man, its honestly embarrassing, thing is I don't think he even notices it'
'He'll have to notice soon I mean you seen how tight his trackies are, gonna be the first person to burst an elasticated waistband'
'Literally bro, lets go we gotta get to KFC, lardass is hungry again'
'Fatty'
Luke smiled as the boys laughed leaving the bathroom, his plan had worked and George was quickly becoming a laughing stock instead of mr popular, he wondered what else they'd say once George had put on another 10 or 15 pounds.
*******
"So for this project you guys will be in pairs..."
Luke sighed as his teacher carried on describing the project, he hated groupwork.
"Jenny you'll be with Natalie, Mark with Jack, Ryan with Tracy..."
He always found himself with a weirdo...
"And George you'll be with..."
Or worse...
"Luke"
Shit.
Luke glanced towards the back where George was sitting, grimacing as George gave him a wink, a wink that meant that Luke would be doing all of the work whilst George took all the credit.
As the class headed out the door, George grabbed Luke by the shoulder.
"I'll come yours later, but let's be quick. I've got a party"
Luke rolled his eyes, "fine, sure"
George sauntered off, digging into the share bag of haribos that he'd only managed to get halfway through during class, Luke couldn't help noticing just how much his ass jiggled as he walked away.
*******
Later that evening the boys were sat in Luke's room working on the project, which meant that Luke was hunched over the desk trying to understand the requirements whilst George laid on Luke's bed eating M&Ms, which every now and again he threw one at Luke's head.
'Ow, will you stop that'
"Its dead here"
"Well yeah of course it is its hardly gonna be a party"
George went back to silence, eating handful after handful of m&ms until he finished the packet. He laid back properly with his hands on his fattened stomach.
"Fuck that was needed, you got anymore snacks?"
Luke glanced across at his bed, fighting the urge to poke George's paunch. "I'll find you something soon if you help"
"Pass, I need to get changed for later"
"There's a bathroom down the hall"
"Eh cba, no peeking though bruv"
Luke rolled his eyes again, partially out of disgust and partially because he was worried that George had somehow learned the truth about him.
Luke continued working as George got changed, but something was off, he could hear behind him a lot of heavy breathing and intakes of breath followed by mumblings of "shit, fucks sake, c'mon"
"Are you good?" Luke asked eventually irritated.
"What...yeah I'm good" George hastily replied.
Luke turned around and could barely suppress a jaw drop as he stared at George.
George was red in the face, as Luke's eyes trailed down he could see why, the long sleeved button up white shirt that originally may have been slim fit tightly clung to George's torso exposing the soft paunch threatening to pop the buttons along with widening love handle spilling out against the seams. The checkered chinos clung tightly to George's thighs and accentuated the two planets of a backside he had that were threatening to burst them, the button was straining against the significantly widened waist that had been broadened by Luke over the past few weeks.
"What are you staring at?" George shouted, clearly flustered.
"Uhm...I... nothing, "Luke tried vainly in an attempt to cover up his gawping.
"Its just a little tight thats all, I've probs been putting on muscle" George rationalised.
As he glanced again at the straining buttons on George's outfit, a wicked idea flashed across Luke's mind.
"Yeah probably dude, anyway I'll get the snack you wanted" he said.
Before George could even protest, Luke disappeared downstairs and reappeared with 4 triple chocolate muffins, he noticed how George practically salivated as he entered with them.
"Here you go" Luke said smugly, holding one up to George.
"You know I wasn't really that hungry anyway, I'll probably eat at the party and-" George said, trying his best not to be overcame by just how delicious they smelled.
"Oh go on just have one, you look hungry" Luke interrupted, growing more brazen.
"I... maybe just one then" George faltered, he bit into the muffin, the flavour of rich chocolate and cream practically bursting on his tongue, he audibly moaned.
George quickly finished the muffin, Luke could hear the seams creaking.
"You may as well have another one they're just gonna go to waste anyway"Luke smiled.
"I really...okay but no more after" George couldn't resist but was becoming painfully aware of how strained his outfit was becoming.
As George polished off the second muffin, he burped, causing his body to practically ripple.
"Here have one more" Luke giggled, forcing the muffin into his mouth.
"What are you- MMPH" George was powerless as he started chewing the third muffin, fuck they were so good and he didn't quite understand why he felt so turned on.
"Last oneeee" Luke said in a sing-songy tone.
"I may as well finish them I guess" George started on the fourth muffin, and as he took the last bite and swallowed there was a loud creak.
BANG! The button of his chinos went flying forward, causing his gut to surge out even more before- pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! The buttons on his slim fit shirt went flying exposing George's soft belly and wide love handles.
Luke could barely contain himself, but manged to regain his composure to say:
"Damn"
George went red.
"Fuck I knew this was happening"
"What was happening?" Luke responded.
"Me turning into a fucking blimp bro, look at me" George grabbed his gut and jiggled it for emphasis.
Luke tried to staunch the boner growing in his trousers.
"I don't know what it is, I just can't stop, all that food you brought me was just so good I couldn't stop and the takeaways and sweets it felt so good to indulge" George puffed.
"Wait brought you?... You were stealing from me." Luke retorted.
George stared at him mockingly "Bringing in 12 cupcakes and not even trying to hide them, trust me I knew what you were doing"
"Oh" Luke sighed, "Well you didn't have to eat them"
"They were good, besides I thought my metabolism could take care of it" George laughed.
Feeling more comfortable, Luke responded "Clearly not"
Silence ensued for a couple of seconds before both boys started laughing.
"Its bad, all my friends started mocking me, I could barely go a day without one of the dickheads grabbing my love handles or my gut, they loved to remind my how thin I was too, not to mention the weird ones that would slap my ass and get the lads laughing at how much it jiggled." George smirked.
"Really?" Luke chuckled, "To be fair you did kind of have a reputation as an asshole"
"Well now I guess I'm getting my comeuppance, from asshole to fatass, not bad, bringing a new meaning to just desserts" George laughed.
"Ahh well you're not that fat anyway" Luke said softly
"Ahh you haven't seen me in my prime" George stood up, before Luke could say anything he stripped off to just his underwear removing the bursted shirt and wiggling out of the tight chinos.
"Whaddaya think, practically a model right" he said giving a little spin.
Luke was in awe, he really had chubbed up, seeing his fat gut in full glory he must've put on 30 pounds since he started his plan, and as he span he noticed it wasn't just the gut where the gains went.
"Yeah a plus-size model, you're making those boxers briefs" Luke stuttered out trying hard to hide how turned on he was.
"No wonder this thing is getting slapped I mean look how much it jiggles" George slapped on of his buttcheeks for emphasis, sending a ripple through it.
"I...yeah..."Luke could barely respond.
A devious smile spread across George's face, "why don't you try for yourself", he grabbed Luke's hand and placed it on his blubbery ass and made him squeeze.
"Fuck..." Luke could barely speak as he felt just how huge George's ass had gotten.
"I knew you'd like it" George whispered, "I couldn't help but notice just how much you'd stare at me after I got fat, especially at my ass"
Luke stared up at him, "Well its pretty impressive, watching the hot chav spilling out of his tracksuit" He placed his other hand on George's love handle.
"Fuck..." George was getting more and more turned on, "I couldn't stop gaining weight thanks to you"
Luke smiled "Just the way I like it, besides I wasnt planning on stopping, this ass is gonna burst those trackies and your friends aren't gonna be able to stop slapping it"
"Shit...I can't get fat, everyones gonna make fun of me"
"Mhmm, your friends are gonna have a field day, with me feeding you they're gonna have more love handle to grab"
Both boys, laid down on the bed, Luke reached across to the cookies he had in his nightstand, In one swift move he flipped George over.
"This ass is gonna get so much wider" he tilted George's head up and began to pull off his underwear looking at his bubblebutt in all its glory.
"I really shouldn't... fuck you're gonna make me huge...my mates aren't gonna stop mocking me...but I just cant stop"
"Dam right fatboy... all those names they're gonna call you...all those hands on this fat ass" Luke whispered to him, gripping his ass and giving it a shake, before kissing George passionately.
"Fuck...I can't let you do this...but its so hot...as long as I have you...none of my clothes are gonna fit...my love handles are gonna spill out so bad...my ass..."
"Open wide piggy..." Luke shoved a cookie into George's mouth, "we've got so much to do to you..." He gave George's ass a slap "lets make this 10x fatter"
Fratboy to Fatboy
Themes: male weight gain, teasing, humiliation, sexual content, mutual gaining, exjock, forcefeeding
Ethan was the undisputed king of Alpha Phi, tall with a muscular lean build from a lifetime of swimming, and with the cockiness to match, he pretty much had the other boys of the frathouse under his thumb. His likeability, however, was very much up and down. Despite him being a fun guy most of the time, he had this habit of criticising anything he didn't like, especially when it came to people's physical appearance. Most of the time this would involve the pledges, who with the stress of college and the heavy drinking and takeaways from the party lifestyle were often quick to gain the infamous freshman 15. Ethan loved to ridicule them for this, making comments on how tight his friend's clothes were, grabbing and jiggling guts and sometimes slapping a few developing bubblebutts all whilst smugly referring to his own trim physique, unfortunately for Ethan, that was all about to change.
"Can you believe this bro?" Ethan said to his friends whilst going through his emails, "they're closing the gym and pool for a whole year for renovations, what the fuck am I supposed to do to workout?"
"I don't know man, theres other gyms, pretty far though" Zack answered.
Ethan kissed his teeth before leaning back, "this shit sucks man, I'm gonna lose so much muscle", he rolled his sleeve up, flexing the bicep of his arm.
"Yeah, I'm sure that arm definitely came from the gym" laughed Chase, clearly proud of his own joke.
"Yeah, yeah, well we can't all settle for chubby girlfriends" Ethan shot back with a smirk.
All the boys in the room rolled their eyes, another one of Ethan's comments.
"Fuck off man" Chase responded, irritated.
Ethan laughed to himself, stepping over to Chase, "ahh lighten up man, don't worry, her ass still ain't fatter than Freddie's" he darted to the right, giving an unsuspecting Freddie a slap on the ass, which considerably strained against his chino shorts.
Ethan carried on laughing, and continued to as he walked upstairs to take a shower.
Chase spoke as the laugh faded, "He's such a prick sometimes honestly"
"Tell me about it, but what can we do, bros practically mr perfect" Zac responded.
Chase sighed, "I guess so", heading over to the fridge and wondering why he was missing 2 muffins.
*******
A month had gone by, and nothing much had changed except for the food bill going up with no real cause. Alpha Phi was prepping for another legendary party, and it was all hands on deck, each boy was bringing beer, snacks and attempting to 'clean' to the standards that college boys could best do.
Ethan stood in the corner of the kitchen, as usual he had dedicated himself the high labour role of making the music playlist for the party, so whilst the boys were doing there best to supply, he continued adding songs whilst absentmindedly eating the family size bag of candy in the corner.
"I'm thinking the theme should be back to school, yanno like shirts and trousers, can even use uniforms since mine still fits," he said between mouthfuls.
A chorus of 'sounds good' and 'sure' responded.
Ethan smiled before making a devious smirk, he planned on a little fun for himself with Freddie, who hadn't managed to curb his appetite, retaining a soft exjock build.
*******
Later that evening the boys were getting changed in their rooms, Ethans uniform still managed to fit like he said but he seemed to have some resistance from the buttons on the shirt and trousers, not to mention the jumps to get them up his thighs. He chalked this up to too high heat on the dryer and headed to Freddie's room.
As hoped Freddie hadn't started getting changed yet.
"Yo come on man, we gotta hurry up people are gonna get here soon" he feigned.
"Oh shit yeah man, I'll just get my-"
"Oh you're wearing your uniform arent you"
"Well actually I was just gonna wear a different big-"
"Nah come on mann, gotta stay on theme"
Ethan smirked, digging out the uniform from a few years ago, and throwing it for Freddie.
"Uhh...I guess so..."
Freddie began getting dressed, pulling off his tee and joggers to reveal a plumper frame, before starting to attempt to button the shirt, luckily the buttons came across but left substantial gaps in between each other, exposing soft flab. Freddie then attempt with the trousers, managing to wrestle them up his thighs but when he got to his ass, the trousers point blank refused to go up, Freddie was red with embarrassment, worsened by Ethan's muffled giggles each time he jumped or wiggled in desperation.
Eventually Ethan spoke.
"Think you might need a change of clothes there bro, I dont think those pants are getting over that anytime soon" chuckling as he said it.
"I yeah... I guess I just have been stressed with classes and-"
Ethan walked up to him, "gained like 20 pounds, the trackstar is really gone huh, I can't imagine that would be a pretty sight in those tight track pants" he said, grabbing an asscheek before walking out the room.
Freddie was red, but noticed through the embarrassment just how form fitting Ethan's pants were compared to the last time they'd done this theme.
*******
Later the party was in full swing, with music and beer flowing, everyone was enjoying themselves, Ethan was doing his usual activity of necking beers and talking to only the prettiest girls about his workouts (that since the gym had closed had not been too frequent or happening at all). From afar, Chase, Zac and Freddie sat in the corner watching him.
"I'm telling you dude he looks different... puffier" said Freddie.
"I think you're right. His shirt seems tighter than usual, not to mention bros getting some serious junk in the trunk" Chase said bemused.
"Damn, now you mention it, I swear I can see a little curve of gut, its happening... the freshman 15" smiled Zac.
"Do you think he even notices" Zac said.
"Nah otherwise he probably wouldn't have...I don't think he has" Freddie responded, not wishing to relive his esrlier embarassment.
Suddenly, Freddie got an idea, "And I dont even think we should tell him"
"Huh? Why not? He's teased everyone here at least a million times, I thought you of all people would be happy to relish in it" Zac questioned.
"Yeah trust me I would, but it would be even more satisfying for every pound heavier he was" Freddie smirked.
"And by keeping it a secret, we can see how far it goes, maybe...maybe even encourage it along a little" Chase mused.
The boys looked at each other, nodding in agreement, eager to start their little plan, and quickly began recruiting the rest of the frat who had suffered Ethan's ridicule.
Across the room, Ethan unsuccessfully tried chatting up a girl who declined, saying 'she only dated guys with abs', Ethan looked down, chalking the little paunch to bloating from the beer, before grabbing a third serving of nachos.
*******
The rest of the frat spent the next few days planning Ethan's humiliation, in 3 months the frat would have their halloween party, in which Ethan consistently went as a 'sexy swimmer' consisting of a gold speedo and not much else, the frat hoped by this point they'd have Ethan a much different shape than usual.
From the day of the party, Ethan suddenly found himself embedded in plans involving food, Freddie would take him for a breakfast of doughnuts, Zac would be getting him burgers and Chase always seemed to be baking some sweet treat that Ethan could have to himself, not to mention the rest of the frat boys would bring Ethan spare treats or extras of something they 'had too much of'.
Unsurprisingly, this had a significant effect on the ex-swimmers frame, now that he was doing nothing to burn it off, the extra calories stuck to him, his tiny paunch was developing into a soft belly, v shaped waist quickly widened out developing soft love handles that rested on the sides of his joggers, his thighs which were alread muscular pushed out even further against his pants and the perky muscular butt now blimped into a jiggly bubblebutt like two melons in his grey joggers. Strangly, perhaps by denial or because no one mentioned anything, Ethan seemed to be completely oblivious to the whole thing, continuing to eat bigger and bigger portions, leading up to the weeks before halloween he must've stacked on about 30 pounds.
Although the frat boys were desperate to ridicule him, they enjoyed the unsuspecting Ethan turning into a fatass. There had been a fair share of near misses, including an incident where Ethan had struggled with getting a pair of jeans over his ass, thinking quickly the boys told him they belonged to one of the rarer extremely skinny frat members when in fact they were actually Freddie's, a fact that Freddie relished.
*******
Finally, the night had come, the halloween party, although instead of the usual, unbeknownst to Ethan, the guest list only involved the frat boys.
Each boy donned their costume, most choosing to keep with the theme of what sports star they played in high school. Ethan knew of Freddie's plan to wear his old track kit, and had unsurprisingly again decided to be in the room when he changed. He continued his usual routine of laughing as Freddie put on the tight vest that clinged to his love handles, and how much his ass jiggled as he pulled on the two sizes to small track pants, but Freddie wasn't embarrassed because he knew the real show was about to happen.
"Your turn dude" Freddie smiled.
"Took your time, too many muffins for you dude" Ethan smirked. "Try not to get too turned on when I change"
Freddie rolled his eyes as Ethan stripped off, trying his hardest to stop his jaw from dropping at Ethan's body, what now must have been an extra 40 pounds clinging to his torso, thighs and ass. He could only watch as Ethan began to pull on the tiny gold speedo.
"*Grunt*...wh...this isn't right...why wont..."
Freddie tried his hardest not to laugh as he watched Ethan jiggle attempting to get on the tiny speedo, he manged to get it just under his ass clearly struggling with the last hurdle.
What felt like the first time in months, Ethan caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he couldn't believe it, the former swimmer frame had disappear, replaced by a soft gut, chubby lovehandles and a huge backside atop chubbier thighs.
"Maybe a different costume might...I..."
"Nonsense you ALWAYS wear this, its tradition bro" Freddie interjected
"I think...uh I do-"
"Whats wrong? Here I'll help"
Before Ethan could object, Freddie stepped over to him yanking the speedo over his blubbery ass, fully on, it looked more like a thong than a speedo.
"See all good, lets go party bro" Freddie smirked, giving Ethan a slap on the ass and steering him out of the room.
Ethan was flush with embarrassment, he hadn't realised how much of him jiggled now, he felt confused, humiliated...almost aroused?
*******
As they made their way down the stairs, the fratboys all appeared to be spread across the living room.
"Here he is boys, man of the hour" Freddie laughed giving Ethan a push into the middle.
An eruption of laughter came from the boys.
Ethan was confused "what are you guys laughing at?!"
"You fatboy" one of the fratboys said, stepping over the him and giving Ethan's soft belly a jiggle
"Damn bro got SOFT, can you believe it" another fratboy piped up.
Zac sauntered over to Ethan, "well we know how much you like to make fun of others gains we thought you deserved a turn" he gave Ethan's lovehandles a shake "LOOK HOW MUCH HE JIGGLES GUYS"
The fratboys were in hysterics, grabbing, poking, slapping. Ethan was mortified, even worse he could hear the speedo creaking with every movement.
Chase entered the room, holding a batch of brownies "what do you say boys should we feed the pig?"
Cheers of agreement circled. And before Ethan could react the fratboys grabbed his arms.
"No I can't I havent gained that much I can lose-" Ethan pleaded.
Chase shoved a brownie into his mouth, "yeah I don't think thats gonna happen".
Ethan was forced to eat, as Chase kept shoving brownies into his mouth, the speedo was getting tighter...too tight.
"I can't *mmph* god they're so delicious *mmph* I can't get fat *mmph*"
Freddie sauntered over to him, "gahdamn and yoy always mentioned how fat my ass was, this speedo is practically a thong!" Freddie grabbed Ethan's ass giving it a shake and enjoying how much it jiggled, laughing before letting the other fratboys have a slap.
"One more doughboyyyy" Chase fed him the last brownie before making the other boys let him go.
Ethan could barely speak, clutching his stomach and burping.
"All done big boy, and trust me we'll be keeping you well fed all year right lads!"
The rest of the frat cheered as Erhan made his way back to his room, with Freddie helping, failing to avoid more pinches and jiggles on the way.
*******
Once back in the room, Ethan sat down chuckling to himself. Freddie was surprised, he thought that Ethan would be furious after that ordeal.
"Sorry dude, but you had it coming" Freddie apologised.
"I know... I just wasn't expecting to find that so..."
"Humiliating?"
"Hot"
Freddie was even more confused.
"Hot? You just got slapped and jiggled by the entire frat bro... in a speedo"
"I know but... don't think I'm weird...it kinda...I don't know...I kind liked how the boys loved how much I jiggled...they couldn't keep their hands off me" Ethan said, flush with embarrassment.
Freddie was silent for at least a minute.
"I get it"
"You do?!"
"Well I mean... you know when you would tease me, and that whole back to school party tight clothes situation...idk it got me kind of turned on" Freddie responded sheepishly
"Really?" Ethan said, pure excitment in his voice. "I just can't believe I got so fat, I used to be a swimmer"
"Me too bro, my track team buddies would be laughing at me just as hard"
The boys chuckled to themselves, two washed up exjocks, then Freddie had an idea.
"You know, chase missed a brownie back there"
"I swear I had the whole tray" Ethan responded, looking down to his soft gut and giving it a jiggle.
"Nah its right here, and you just look so so hungry" Freddie smirked, walking over to where Ethan stood.
"I really shouldn't...I've gotta keep my swimmers physique" Ethan said coyly.
"I'm sure one brownie won't hurt those abs" Freddie chuckled, gently pushing the brownie into Ethan's mouth.
As Ethan swallowed, a creak was heard, before SHRIPPP, the speedo burst, leaving Ethan standing their his jiggly frame naked.
"Shit... I can't believe I got this big... I'm never gonna fit in any of my speedos again am I" Ethan smiled.
"Not the way you've been eating," Freddie smirked, bending over to pick up the tatters of speedo before RIPPPPP, the track pants finally gave in, ceating a huge tear revealing a voluptuous ass of his own.
"Well...shit... I guess thats my track star life over" Freddie said embarrassed.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I think it was over a few pounds ago" Ethan said.
"I can't imagine what my teamates would say, 'fatass' they probably couldn't believe how big I got, how fast I used to be before I couldn't resist the food"
"Preaching to the choir man, I think my old swim buddies would have field day with me now"
"They'd probably say something like 'I can't belive you used to have abs' " Freddie smirked, as he prodded Ethan's belly.
"And your teamates would probably say how 'your love handles are spilling out of that vest'" Ethan said as he lifted Freddie's vest off him and squeezed his love handles.
They boys were both turned on, passion overcoming them.
"And yours would probably say how they 'cant believe that ass of yours can even fit in a speedo' " Freddie said, as he grabbed Ethan's fat ass.
"And yours would say 'they're not surprised your fat ass burst those track pants the way you have to jump just to get in them' " Ethan shot back, grabbing a handful of Freddie's ass himself.
The boys kissed passionately, feeling each others bodies every love handle and curve, ass and belly.
"Another thing I know my teamates would do iia keep fattening me up to humiliate me even more at swim meets" Ethan said, breathless.
"Oh trust me, my track buddies would be giving me takeaway after takeaway to beat my personal best" Freddie said, in ecstasy.
"I'm gonna get you so fat, that track uniform won't even fit over your muffin top, your teamates are gonna have a field day with that jiggly ass too" Ethan said, practically about to burst.
"And I'm gonna keep feeding you until those swimmer boys laugh everytime you try to fit into an xxl speedo" Freddie moaned.
Both boys continued telling each other how much they were going to be humiliated until climax...
Both of them knew one thing... they weren't going back...
Gambling with Gains
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Themes: YOUR POV GAINING, male weight gain, gambling, cocky boy weight gain, money, force feeding, force fattening, teasing, sexual content, tight clothes, humiliation.
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The rapid clicking of the roulette wheel fills the room, with the brief intermission of men placing bets, laughter and drinking...
You sit at the poker table, a smirk on your face, luck was going your way... as it often did every night...
You owned this building after all, and while you were always honest about gambles there was often a lot of 'variables' under your control that seemed to forever skew the odds in your favour...
You'd built up this pristine reputation, making bank off the destruction of other peoples lives to fill your accounts... it was always rigged nothing was ever fair...
To be honest... even if the games did come down to chance you had the attitude for sure... cool, calm confidence... your handsome features and slim figure commonly seen swaggering about the place or outstretched on the chairs at the many tables...
"But- but please... I... I don't understand how... you must have cheated! That's all I have... thats-"
You roll your eyes at the man who'd dared to challenge you... he was confident... but skill didn't matter... even though he had heaps of it there was no chance...
"Yawnnn... you signed the agreement... some representatives will be along in the next 24 hours... you better head home and get your affairs in order." You chuckle a little as the man's angry eyes pierce you... before he's escorted out...
"Well boys... I think thats enough for tonight-" you say before stepping up from the table...
"May I play against you?" A voice asks...
You turn... to see an attractive man... green eyes bewitching you almost... as his mouth turns into a gentle smile...
You smirk...
"Sure... why not"
*******
"Just so you know I don't bet on small change" you smirk again... kicking your feet up on the poker table...
"Money is no issue... I have plenty... though... my requests won't exactly be to gain money" he responds, his smile growing wider.
"Huh?... look I'm not betting my life or anything..." your smirk wavers a little, as you look concerned...
"Nothing like that..." he begins to open a case he took with him... "If I win... you have to gain 20 pounds in fat"...
You laugh, "what?! Why? And why would I even cons-"
"... and if you win... you get 4.7 million" he shows the open case brimming with cash....
You stare at it for a moment... what was with this guy? Why on earth would he want you to gain fat... and not even a lot... considering his forfeit would be 4.7 million?
Whatever... you surmise... the reward was too great... and you'd make sure to get the contract signed... no way he can back out...
"Sure" your smirk returns, "what game would you like to-"
"Poker. One round." He responds... the same demure smile on his face...
"Sure" you signal to the dealer... giving him a secret signal... this would be easy... you could win this game fast and have enough money for the rest of your life.
No problem.
*******
Confusion across your face...
"Roy... Royal flush??? How did you get?-" your face snaps onto the dealer... anger flooding your cheeks red as he shakes his head in nervousness...
"Guess its just my luck" he smirks... his eyes glowing greener... he closes his case... beginning to stand...
"Wait!... umm one more game I-" you plead... the confident persona cracking a little...
"Sorry" he says sharply, "I won't start another game until you supply your end of the agreement. Bye now."
You stand... speechless...
"Oh and by the way, might want to get started, if the contracts time runs out and you don't fulfill your end... thanks to you that means I'm allowed to take double of the equivalent of my offer in return"...
Your face goes pale... that... that was meant to ensure that if they couldn't pay... you could double your profits... men would owe you for their entire lives thanks to that rule...
He smirks as he leaves...
You grimace, looking around at the crowd that previously watched your game, they had all been still staring at your conversation, now they quickly flicked back to their own games...
"Now what sir" a waitress asks...
"Get me... some cookies" you sit on the soft cushioned sofa at the side of the room...
Whatever... you'll do this... and then you'll win that money and more... you'd just understimated him... how... how could he... you grow angrier... your composure slipping...
"AND A MILKSHAKE TOO!" you yell at the waitress...
*******
You stand on the scale... just short... 0.2 pounds... glancing around... you spy 3 doughnuts left in a box on the side of your kitchen... squashing down the previous empty ones... you pick one up and start eating...
This was so stupid... whatever... you couldn't risk the money... you'd end up paying 9.4 million if you didn't keep your end of the bargain... that was a loss you simply couldn't come back from... you pick up the second one... stuffing it in...
Gaining 20 pounds was easier than you thought... it must have been the anger that got you through it... it seemed to need fuel to keep your rage burning... humiliating you in your own building... you'd show him... you'd show all those people whispering... saying theres someone better than you at what you'd built a living on... you shove the last doughnut in whole...
You stomp over to the scales... stepping on...
0.2 pounds under...
"How?... how is that possible-"
You step on again... this time noticing the little dip in the top right... wait... you lift up the scale from its usual place... pushing the floorboard... loose... well that explains it... no wonder its been so hard to gain that last pound...
You put the scale slightly to the left... now you should be 20- oh...
25 pounds. you swallow hard.
Well... either way you were going to lose it right... so it didn't matter... you hop in the shower... after you'd finished stepping out in front of the mirror... you began to analyse yourself...
Understandably the bulk of the weight went to your belly... you grimace as you push a finger into the softening pooch of flab sticking out at the bottom... lifting your arms to giving the little love handles a squeeze... you'd never gained weight before... staying in the slim catagory most of your life... it was new... irritating... but intriguing...
You begin to get ready... pulling on the button-up shirt with relative ease... opting for the slimfit tight black trousers... forgetting how tight they used to be before your weight gain... struggling a bit on the thighs... you glance in the mirror again... 'damn' you thought, 'guess I have an ass now.' You give it a little slap before resuming, trying to pull the tight trousers over it eventually wriggling in and sucking in to button...
You look in the mirror at your reddened face... this was a new sensation... the waistband digging into you... struggling to fit in your clothes... you grab your suitcase and leave before you had to assess what it was... or why it was getting you a little turned on...
*******
"So first things first I want that bitch back in here! Thinks he can sully my reputation and get away with-" you start ranting to the staff gathered in the meeting room...
The door opens... one of the waitresses...
"Sir... um hes... hes here" she says meekly...
Your smirk widens... "excellent... bring him upstairs...
You stand poised near the elevator. In your private penthouse, every game was able to be set up with little to no delay, this was where you conducted gambles worth real money... though something was different... this time you were nervous...
Waiting... waiting... fuck it... you try to adjust the waistband of your trousers a little... digging in too much...
"Hello again" he smirks... his eyes gazing through the open doors of the elevator...
Your hands whip out to the sides of your hips... adopting a sort of superman pose... before you drop them... well there goes your suave demeanor...
"So... you're back again... I hope you know I won't go easy on you this time" you try to say confidently... it coming across as more of a snarl...
"I wouldn't have it any other way" he saunters over to you, "besides I can see you kept your word" he pokes his finger into your belly...
You blush red... "yes yes thats what the contract said and you know those things are legally binding" you say through gritted teeth...
"Of course" he smirks again... his eyes studying you...
"And now that means I get to gamble against you again" you say matter of factly, a grin spreading across your lips...
He nods in return, as you continue "I have the perfect game... simple... fair... easy" you do your best honest smile...
"Do tell" he smiles back...
"Matching pairs... 2 decks of cards spread out on the tables... you have to find each cards exact match, number and suit... the only way to win is to get the most matches... you get one right and you get to go again immediately... understood?" you say abruptly... too eager...
"Understood" he replies chirpily....
"Excellent" you say, "he'll set it up in the next room" you gesture to the dealer who moves swiftly in...
"Why don't we negotiate terms... I want another go at that 4.7 million... but then again it has been a lot of time... enough to accrue lots of wealth right" you say... each word laced with subtext...
He chuckles... "how about 6.2 million this time then?"
Your eyes widen... not even a blink from this guy... "yeah- ahem... yes that will be satisfactory" you respond...
"And for your forfeit... hmmm... how about another... 35 pounds?" He smirks... studying you...
35 pounds... on top of the 25... you'd well and truly be... fat... but... but it didn't matter... you would win...
"Deal"
You both sign the contracts...
You would win... because you were the one who set up those cards and spent an entire evening studying which was in every position...
'The game is ready'
*******
You both step into the room... as you both study the table... cards spread evenly in all directions... the surge of information flushing back to you... right... for now, just play it cool... if you got everything straight away, it would be suspicious...
You both start flipping... so far he didn't have a single one... you mixed in a few losses with around 3 matching pairs... a good start.. now you just needed to...
"Tell me something" he says, you almost jump as before it had been complete silence... he continues...
"You have all this money... an enviable apartment... you could live 4 lifetimes and never run out of money... why do you still feel the need to do it... or moreso to do it to the point where you ruin other people's lives...?" He looks up... his green eyes brighter... staring at you... bewitching again...
"In my view..." you begin, "there are two types of people... winners like us who take all we can get... and others who were made to serve" you laugh callously, taking a big sip from your beer...
"Interesting" he says, his gaze fixed... "though I don't think we're the same type at all"
"What do you mean-" you look down at the table... he got a pair... oh well... bound to happen you supposed...
And then he got another pair... another after that... good memory right... just luck... right??
You begin to sweat... taking swigs of beer... trying to hide your panic... watching as your hand reaches for the crisps at the side...
He gets another pair... again... again... again...
No...mmph... sip... mmph... you wipe your brow...
Fwip!
The final card... all matched... all of them...
He chuckles... "your philosophy is slightly different but similar to mine ... my only point is that sometimes the winners or leaders aren't in possession of the traits that they should have... though those traits might be admirable in someone who serves" he saunters over to you... picking up a crisp and putting it to your mouth...
POP! The button to your trousers flies across the room...
"This was fun... until next time" he smirks... his eyes watching you as he walks away... not breaking contact until the elevator door closes...
"How..." you whisper... before looking at your bloated stomach... the gentle creak of the zip going down...
No...
*******
You wander around your penthouse... the sun shining bright through the windows... as you struggle to adapt to it...
A few moments earlier you'd woken up how you had time and time again... surrounded by empty wrappers and pots of ice cream...
It had been a few months since that bet and you couldn't let it go... you couldn't even enjoy the casino you'd created anymore... the pointing... muffled laughter... it made you furious...
You'd heard the conversations... they all followed the same theme... how 'the king had been dethroned'... completely beaten not once but twice... and not only losing out on more than 10 million... but forced to get fat by the order of his own contracts...
It was a reminder... surely... thats why he was doing it... so that every day you'd wake up and be reminded of your defeat... and now thanks to him there was no way of missing it...
You glare in the mirror... blinking into focus... you stare back at yourself... only in boxers... of course nothing fitted anymore... and the stuff that still did never fit well...
The lower belly pooch had blossomed out... pushing out further into a proper belly... now accompanied by bulging love handles muffintopping over the tight waistband... though they were also strained by the plump ass you'd been developing... straining the boxers like two overripe melons in a tiny bag... as you scratch your softening chest... the beginning of moobs starting to appear... it was all over you... thick thighs... even some arm fat too... porked out... absolutely...porked... out...
You grimace as you realise it was taking something else from you too... your killer jawline... softening now... as you pull it back you can see the emergence of a double chin forming... you now seemed to noticed your cheeks getting chubbier too...
"No..." you growl, "That's it"...
You'd managed to access his number through the bank after he signed up to the casino... he'd made some money here and there... nothing too grand... pocket change really... so why was he here??...
The dial tone beeps... calling... calling...
*click*
"You know who this is... I want a game... one final one" you say...
Theres a long pause... you're about to speak again...
"Okay."
*beeeeeeeep*
*******
You grab one of the suits out of your cupboard... it was still too tight and this one was sized up... you figured you'd gained about 50 pounds so far... but you couldn't wait any longer...
You pull the shirt onto your shoulders... sucking in to button it... before moving on to the trousers... not caring in the least that soft flab peeked out between each button...
You wriggle the trousers on with difficulty... ass jiggling with each tug... making you redder... angrier... you finally slip in... the ridiculously tight suit strains against your thicker form, but you didn't care... you just needed to win this...
You're waiting for him when he arrives... the elevator doors opening...
"Hmph" he laughs... "doesn't look like you've gained enough weight yet..." he half turns...
"No!" You shout...
He turns back... remaining emotionless...
"Listen... I have had enough... before you came I had a pristine reputation, I was the best, I didn't have to answer to anybody, I was the king and people were my pawns!..." you ramble... anger emanating from you...
"And... I want it back" you snarl...
He doesn't speak for a moment...
"So you want your life back... your reputation... and for me to admit you are better... sounds like your wagering a lot here... and I assume you want money too-" he sighs...
"10 million." You say defiantly...
"Hmm" he lets out a short laugh again...
"Sure but you might want to listen to my conditions too" he says
"Anything" you grimace...
"If I win... you become mine... and I get to make you as fat as I want..." he grins...
"What- no that..."
That wasn't fair... was it... it was just your reputation.. your status... your... oh... a life for a life...
You think... he says nothing just watching you with those bright green eyes and slight smile... you didn't have to do this... you could just withdraw... he could just be better... did it really matter anyway... this weight could be lost... there wasn't any stipulation you had to keep the weight once it was gained...
No... you wanted it all... the feeling of being better... everyone submitting and being intimidated by you... the money... the amount of things you could buy... you could be a king like you thought you always should be...
"I accept" you state.
He smirks...
"Blackjack" you state
He nods...
*******
It was a best of 3... the first round you had managed to win... easy enough when you get an ace and a king... there was no way he could beat it... he only won the second round because of his silly little rule...
Mind games... thats what he wanted... instead of just the closest to 21... players had the option to fold... you'd never seen a grin that wide... you were sure he wasn't lying... but he was... and then the round after he smoked you with a 20...
Ugh... how had he... all the junk food... the pressure had gone to your head... you were sweating... you wipe your brow... were you actually nervous?...
The heavy beathing started as the cards to the final round were dealt... his gaze was like a knife... piercing you... making you uneasy... you hesistate to pick up your cards... hovering... the moment of truth...
Two tens... two tens!
This was excellent... the odds of him getting a 21 were very low... and even if he got a 20 that would mean another round...
You watch as he calls for another card... and another... and another... and another...
He smirks... "ready?"
He can't have that many... thats unheard of... he must have gone bust... but.. but... why get that many... unless... no no... mind games... hes lying... sweat drips... no... you had won... you had WON...
You throw down your cards smirking...
"Twenty" your cocky smile bared at him...
He places down a 2... then a 3... then a 7... then a 2... then a 4...
No....
And then finally a 3...
"Twenty...One..."
*******
"You... you must have cheated... you can't have been that lucky!" You yell...
He just laughs...
"What... how did you do this... why?!" You persist...
He stands up... facing you...
"You know why.. you're corrupted by your own greed... theres not enough for you... you just had to have more... more... more... all of these gambles you entered into... you could've withdrawn at any time... done something better more worthwhile but no... you decided you wanted to go back to being a selfish cocky egotistical tyrant..." he displays a look on his face... disgust... before clicking his fingers...
The elevator pings... as two caterers come out with trolleys of the thickest creamiest desserts you'd ever seen... stacked with pastries... cakes... treats...
"And now I'm going to make sure that you never go back fatboy"... he picks up a cake... before shoving it in your mouth...
"Mmph! No... no I won't eat I-" you insist...
"In that case... I guess I take your reputation... and all your assets..." he smirks... laughing again... "or... you eat the cakes fatboy..."
You stand there...
"Fine" you whisper...
He shoves cakes and pastries in your mouth laughing... poking... prodding... squeezing...
They felt so fattening... each bite felt like a pound of thick blubber piling on you... you eat more... so delicious... so good... mmph....
Popopopop!
The buttons on your shirt give way... he pokes at the belly bulging out as your eyes widen in embarrassment...
He sticks a slice of pie into your mouth...
"How fat... mmph... are you going to make me?!... mmph" you ask....
"Until you look as greedy as you are" he smirks... before shoving in a thick handful of chocolate cake...
You gulp... having a feeling that there were going to be plenty more stuffings like this one...
BANG!.... shrriiii......
Your trouser button bursts off... tears in the trousers along the thighs happening with every mouthful...
"Fuck... you're going to make me into a pig..." you moan... the fullness... ugh... the powerlessness... fuck were you getting-
"Looks like you like that thought" he smirks...
You stand... contemplating... before doing something catches him by surprise... grabbing cakes from the trolley yourself...
"More... I want more..." you say getting more aroused...
He smirks...
"There's more back at my place, fatboy... that means we have to go through the lobby..." he throws a cookie on the ground... you bend to get it... the seat of the pants tearing as they fall off completely in tatters...
Your eyes widen... "wait maybe-" but your already in the elevator with him...
The boxers strain... the mirror in the elevator showing your bloated stomach bulging out... muffintopping over your boxers with your thick love handles... ass straining them... threatening to burst them at any second...
The doors open as you both walk through... points and laughter emerge... as heads begin to turn... as you get to the centre...he whistles... attracting attention as you turn to look at him as he pushes a cream cake in your mouth...
SHRIPPPP!
The boxers tear completely as they fall to the floor... laughter explodes from the crowd as camera click and flashes flicker...
He squeezes your fat jiggly ass cheeks as you waddle out as fast as possible to his car...
"Well, there goes my reputation..." You say as you get in the car... embarrassed... was this... was this really happening...
"Oh well, fatboy... don't worry... when you get back to mine... there'll be all the cream cakes a greedy little piggy like you could ever want. "... he smirks... before pulling you in... kissing you on the lips...
He draws back... his green eyes bewitching you again...
"I want more" you smirk...
"Of course" he laughs as you both drive off...
Do you think it is getting noticeable?
The Lucky Boy
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THEMES: wonka-esque rapid weight gain, tight clothes, humiliation, sexual content, accidental weight gain, denial, ass-growth.
TW: FORCED UNWANTED WG
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Ever since Tom was young, he had been lucky... it started from being born into a privileged family who owned a thriving modelling agency... and as he grew older, his luck developed into good looks. It was no surprise that all throughout school, he had been popular... his sharp jawline and enchanting brown hair and brown eyes... both differing shades of chocolate... which was ironic considering he never went near the stuff... as evidenced by his lean but muscled frame.
Unfortunately for those around him... this meant that Tom was pretty used to getting his way. He had a penchance for criticising those around him... and while both girls and boys seemed to flock towards him thanks to his looks... his arrogant personality meant that not many of them stayed for the long haul... not that he minded since they were quickly branded "fatties" or "uggos".
There were two exceptions to his short term habits... his best friends Jamie and Miles... though this didn't mean that they were exempt from his criticism... Jamie had been a football player all throughout high school... though now that high school had finished... he was only playing on a few weekends and his weight had climbed by 10 pounds or so... a fact Tom relentlessly pointed out. Miles however had always been on the lankier side... whilst taller than Tom, and still somewhat attractive... his looks still didn't rival his friend's.
"How are you winning bro?... you know I'm better at this shit than you!" Tom grunted frustrated as he stared at the TV....
"Pfft yeah right bro... racing games have never been your forte man..." Miles smirked... the distance between their cars increasing... "I'll pick a slower car next time so you actually have a chance"
In the background, Jamie laughs... flicking through his phone as he reaches into his bag...
Tom's cheeks redden in irritation... "what are you laughing at fatass... besides theres no bumper pack of doughnuts in that bag" he laughs at his own joke as Miles rolls his eyes...
"Whatever, dude... Where's that chocolate bar I bought..." he rummages through... finding it just as the boys finish their race...
"FUCK!" Tom yells...
"Well I guess I don't need to tell you who won" Miles gloats to Jamie...
"Shutup bro you definitely cheated... and I was having an off day anyway" Tom snarls... looking around to release his anger on something... his eyes landing on Jamie unwrapping the bar...
"You don't need this chubby" he grabs it out of Jamie's hand...
"Hey! Bro fuck off its 10 pounds for fucks sake... you can still see abs!" Jamie points to his puffy abs as he lifts his shirt...
"Yeah yeah tubby thats how it starts... show me them next month when you're by yourself 20 pounds heavier... I can't be seen with a fatty" Tom smirks... "maybe you two should switch diets... then Miles wouldn't be so scrawny"
Both Miles and Jamie mutter under their breaths as Tom examines the bar... "I don't know how you eat these things... I bet they taste like shit- hey whats this?"
He plucks out a gold shimmery paper... "you have been invited- yada yada -chocolate and confections factory- yada yada- private tour... hey... I WON SOMETHING" Tom beams...
"Technically that was my-" Jamie starts... silenced by a scowl from Tom...
"Bro you don't even like chocolate" Miles states...
"So? I won... I deserve it... we're going" Tom says matter of factly... a smirk crossing his face...
*******
"Not that impressive"
That was the first statement out of Tom's mouth as they entered the factory... the foyet was majestic... with chandeliers and mixtures of gold and red tones... Jamie and Miles rolled their eyes before returning to their disbelief...
Despite their fascination... the boys couldn't help but notice that they were the only ones there... surely there would be more people... not to mention the fact there didn't seem to be any staff around...
"Where the fucks the service bro" Tom rolled his eyes... impatiently tapping his feet...
"Look there'll be someone eventually... when we called the guy said there'd be a guide-" Miles starts...
"Good evening."
The boys jump... turning around to see a man dressed in a black suit... a white mask covering his face... two circles of black for eyes with a huge black grin...
The boys were hesitant...
"This is a little creepy" Jamie whispers...
"Ugh its fine... he's probably just an uggo or something" Tom snaps... he walks forward...
"I'm here for my tour... I haven't got all day... you've already kept us waiting" Tom snarks...
"Of course." the masked man says... no inflection or emotion as a response to Tom's clear arrogance... "follow me."
Tom smirks... strutting behind him... as Miles and Jamie exchange a glance before hesitantly shuffling along behind...
*******
"Woah"
The boys stood in awe at the vast room before them... how was this even possible... and idyllic landscape in the factory... green grass... lollipops... trees... and a slow moving river made out of what looks like chocolate...
"How is this even possible..." Miles uttered...
As the boys began to wander the masked man began to speak...
"Everything here is made of 100% confectionery. Please eat until your hearts content. Though you will find its a struggle to get full. From here... the rest of the factory is yours to explore."
As he exited through sliding doors... the boys exchanged smiles...
"There's no way everything in here is 100% edible" Tom said... his skepticism becoming apparent as he glanced around...
"Only one way to find out..." Jamie practically salivated as he bit into a branch of a nearby tree... "oh my god... chocolate... caramel... its so... rich" he continued to bite like a glutton... barely coming up for air..
Tom pursed his lips at his friend's gluttony... turning back to Miles as each of them begin to break off pieces of the scenery gingerly... sampling each area...
"Honestly this stuff does taste pretty good-" Miles admits...
"Too sweet... for me anyway... I know you two don't have the self-control and composure that I do..." Tom remarked... smugness practically oozing out of his pores...
"At least someones enjoying it..." Miles smirks... pointing to Jamie... who after demolishing a tree more efficiently that a woodchipper... was now picking up palm sized pebbles from the ground...
"Maybe you should take notes... then you wouldn't be such a beanpole" Tom laughed...
"Such a dick sometimes bro" Miles snarked... wandering over to another section...
"Whatever..." Tom brushed him off... turning back to Jamie... what a fucking porker... losing control like this... as he studied him... he noticed something... did he look... bigger?...
He contined to watch... it wasn't like he was bloating... in fact he looked softer... like the food wasn't going to his stomach... but just adding the pounds to his frame...
'Though you'll struggle to get full'
The masked man's words echoed in Tom's head... this must be what he meant... the food didn't fill your stomach... it filled out you.
Tom rationalised he should probably tell Jamie... well after he's had his fun of course... I mean Jamie was an out of control porker... and him fattening up was always bound to happen... it would be fun having a pig to tease anyway...
After a few more minutes Tom sauntered over to him...
"Having fun there bro... acting like a fucking pig" he remarked...
"Ahh come on... its a tour... gotta make the most of it... though I think I overdid it... my jeans feel real fuckin tight man" Jamie's face scruned in discomfort...
"Ahh come on bro... you can have some more... I mean you didn't even try the chocolate river..." Tom smirks as he picks up one of the buckets... heading over by the river and filling it with the oozing silky chocolate...
"I really don't think-" Jamie began...
"Nahh drink it bro... you have to... I said so" Tom laughed...
"Bro I don't wanna *mmph*" Jamie's eyes widened as the bucket is pushed to his lips...
As he begins to chug... Tom's eyes fixate on Jamie's softening muffin top each gulp filling him... as his jeans creak... his white t-shirt riding up... Jamie couldn't help but chug... the flavour exploding on his tongue... no sooner was the final sip gone when-
POP!
The button to Jamie's jeans fly into the chocolate river... as Tom drops the bucket in a fit of laughter... Jamie goes red as Miles rejoins the group...
"What happened?" Miles asks... his eyes glancing at Jamie's distended belly and destroyed waistband...
"Our fat little pig here didn't realise how fattening all this stuff is... it doesn't bloat you... it makes you gain weight!" Tom shouts... his laughter turning hysterical as he pokes at Jamie's belly... "look how much of a fatty he is now!"
"I- I-" Jamie was in disbelief... his hands squeezing his softened belly... working his way to his love handles... it looked like he'd gained 20 pounds in the last 15 minutes... "you... you tricked me!"
"Of course I did fatass!" Tom smirked... regaining his composure "oh come on... you were always gonna be a fucking fatty after you finished with football... I just sped the process up a little"
"You're a fucking asshole bro" Jamie yelled...
"Whatever bro... you deserve it for letting yourself go like you did...pig..." Tom smirked again... a meanness in his eyes...
"Okay... lets just calm down... and see what else is in this place... no matter how much of a fucking asshole he is I don't wanna let this ruin the day..." said Miles... his eyes giving Tom a pointed look...
"Fine whatever... I'm bored of this section anyway..." Tom smirked... giving one final jab to Jamie's paunch...
The boys walked on... a scowl from Jamie digging into the back of Tom's head...
*******
The boys headed through some doors marked "Bubble Lab"...
"What the hell is this... are we lost?" queried Miles...
"No... I know the way man" snarked back Tom
"How can you know the way bro, you've never even been here before" shot back Jamie...
"Because I do fatty" Tom snarled...
Jamie opened his mouth to argue... but was interrupted by Miles...
"Woah... I think this is where they make bubblegum..." he pointed at the glistening containers... each marked with a code...
The boys were all hesitant about trying anything... especially after Jamie's earlier embarrassment... until Jamie came across a stack of papers...
"Hey look they've got the codes on here with what they are... look it says the flavour by sticker..." Jamie reads... "so this one is apple"
He picks the gum out of the container... and begins to chew...
"Damn... this is the best thing I've ever tasted..."
Tom and Miles watch... well... he didn't explode... yet...
"This ones watermelon" Jamie passes one to Miles... as miles begin to chew...
"Oh damn... you're right..." Miles says... "shit these are good... you should try one Tom..."
"I'm good... in fact gimme that..." Tom snatches the codes off Jamie... flicking through as the boys try the sample gums...
His eyes are caught by something... 'caution!'... he reads through...
'Double Bubble Blueberry... yada yada... prototype stage... yada yada...adverse effects... yada yada... posterior growth-
God this is boring... why read what happens when he can just see what happens... Tom smirks...
"Miles... this ones blueberry" he throws it to Miles... who places it in his mouth without a second doubt...
"Mmm it really does... this ones even more flavourful than the last two" Miles chews...
Tom watched on... nothing... he didn't even blimp out like Jamie... what a waste of... hang on...
It might have been just his imagination... but... was there a curvature to Miles' ass?... it had always been flat as a plank... and now it looked like it was... growing...
Tom said nothing... his eyes tranfixed on Miles' growing backside... he and Jamie were completely oblivious... watching as Jamie tries three more flavours...
It grew from flat... to average... to juicy... to bubblebutt... Tom couldn't take his eyes off it... and... damn... no he couldn't be feeling that right...
But before he could think about what was happening... he heard Jamie shout... "Bro what the fuck is happening to your ass!"
"What?" Miles turned his head... "what the fuck?! No... no what the fuck is happening!?"
He placed his hands on his plumpening ass... beginning to strain against the stretchy tracksuit bottoms he was wearing... feeling a surge as it grew thicker...
His eyes flicked... straight to Tom...
"You fucking did this didn't you... it was that gum... what was it??" Miles yelled...
Tom laughed... in amusement and awe... "I don't fucking know bro... I mean it said something about side effects but... this is too funny honestly..."
Miles stormed over to him... his discomfort increasing as the tracksuit strained... before snatching the code list from his hands...
"Prototype??... needs further testing due to adverse side effects including posterior growth... prolonged chewing caused butts to swell rapidly!" Miles started to panic more...
"No... no this isn't happening... oh god these are too fucking tight!"
The tracksuit strained as his ass plumpened... rounding out as his thighs thickened a little... the material straining to keep up... he tried pulling his hoodie down to cover it... but there was no way that it was going to go over...
"Oh no... come on"
The tracksuits creak... snapping sounds in the seams...
"There must be something that can... stop it *grunt*..." he held onto a railing... glancing over his shoulder...
Tom smirked... laughing behind his hands at his friend's postition as Jamie just stared dumbfounded...
"I think its gonna!-" began Miles...
SHRRRRRIPPPPP!
Overwhelmed by the pressure... Miles' tracksuit bottoms split completely in two at the seat... falling down to his calves in tatters... the boys glanced at his boxers... riding halfway up the meaty asscheeks he now had...
"I think... its stopping..." Miles said...
"Oh shit man... its... its fuckin huge bro" Jamie said... poking at Miles' plumpened bubblebutt...
"Fucking hell... this shits jiggly as fuck fatass" Tom laughed... slapping Miles' ass... enjoying his hands getting slapped away as he embarrassed him...
"It's not that big... I can... lose it right??... somehow... fuck this is so humiliating"... Miles whined... trying to pull his boxers down to cover more asscheek...
"I don't think so bro... you're thick as fuck now..." Tom laughed... grabbing handfuls of asscheek as Miles got redder... jiggling it as he pulled the boxers up so more would spill out to Miles chagrin...
He looked over at Jamie... wondering whether he would have a frown on his face... he hated when Tom made fun of Miles just as much as when he bullied him... but instead Jamie had a smirk on him...
"What are you smiling about?" Tom snarked...
"Oh nothing bro... you just got a little situation down there"... Jamie chuckled...
Tom looked down... face turning ashen as he realised the huge boner quite clearly on display in his trousers...
He turned immediately... "no! Thats just my trousers doing that- I- I didn't have- SHUTUP!"
Jamie started to laugh as Miles embarrassment ceased... instead shifting to laughing at the one who rarely gets teased...
"Aww this ass turning you on?" Miles laughed... playfully giving it a slap... as Tom turned red and angry...
"It wasn't that!... I mean I didn't!- shut up you fatass! You're both fatties- fat-" Tom stuttered... grunting before storming out... Miles and Jamie following in hysterics...
*******
"Come on bro... it was just a joke... we don't have to leave right now man..." Jamie shouts after Tom...
"Yeah we don't care what you like no matter how strange" Miles giggles...
"Just fuck off... we're leaving..." Tom glances around... trying to figure out the way of the exit...
'Do not enter without supervision'... whatever... he stormed through...
The room was surrounded with mechanical arms and machines... Tom watched as the machines worked in tandem... transferring pastries over... filling them with cream and various fillings... where the fuck was the exit to this place... he opened one of the railing gates... seeing a fire exit on the other side...
"Hey wait up... man I don't think you should go through there... in fact I don't even think were supposed to be here..." Miles glanced around...
"Bro just stop!" Jamie shouted...
Tom's fury took over...
"Fuck the both of you... whatever my thing is way less embarrassing than whats happened to you two... I'll just fucking deny it ever happened anyway... now listen fatboys... I can't have you both embarrassing me from now on... and now that Jamie's turned into a fucking pig... and you Miles have turned into a lardass... I think I better find some new fucking friends... hot ones like me..." Tom smirked... stepping away from them... not noticing a patch of jelly filling on the floor and slipping... colliding with one of the mechanical arms...
"That was clo-" he said... before he felt the arm grab his belt... getting lifted into the air... "shit... what the fuck... guys help me!"
"Why the fuck should we help you bro?" Miles shouted back...
"Yeah its pretty clear how you feel about us..." Jamie snapped...
"I'm serious! Help me you fucking-" Tom began to yell... noticing the nozzle heading straight for his mouth... oh no...
*mmph*
As soon as it attached... he felt it begin to flow some sort of thick, sugary, heavy cream into his mouth... giving him no choice but to swallow...
"Guyth...hell...*mmph mmph mmph*"...
Miles and Jamie watched in awe... as the fattening cream begin to flow into Tom's svelte frame...
"Okay... seriosuly though how the fuck do we turn this off..." Miles said... "I mean he deserves a punishment but this can't happen forever right??"
"I have no-" Jamie began...
"Perhaps I can help."
The boys jumped as the masked man appeared behind them... watching as he walked over to the console... with a few buttons... he had Tom lowered... as he stood... the mechanical arms still holding him in place... his hands raised... the nozzle removed itself...
"Ungh... fuck that was... intense..." Tom groaned... "well... get me out of here!"
The masked man stared... before turning to Miles and Jamie... "That. Is up to them."
Tom stood confused... "what?"
The man gestured to the two buttons...
Fill.
And release.
Before walking away...
"Well then... fucking get me out of here... and don't think I forgot you two fatties did nothing!" Tom snarked again...
Miles' hand cupped his own ass... as Jamie looked down at his pudgy belly and ruined jeans... they exchanged a glance before nodding...
Fill.
"Wait! wait!... *mmph*!" Tom's eyes widened...
The cream began to flow... it seemed faster this time... it was so sweet... so thick... each gulp felt heavier and heavier...
Miles and Jamie began to smirk... watching as their former hottie friend began to fill out... Tom's stomach began to bloat out... straing against his tight white slim-fit button up shirt... as his torso gradually began to thicken at the bottom...
His trousers began to turn from baggier to tighter... as his thighs thickened up too...
The other two boys got closer... Miles glancing at Tom's thickening ass... glad to see his former muscle model butt thickening into a bubblebutt of his own...
"Looks like I won't be the only one with a fat ass bro..." Miles laughed slapping it...
As the heacy cream continued to surge... a muffin top began to form... straining the waistband of Tom's tight trousers... as the buttons of his shirt began to display flesh in between them...
"Aww looks like you're getting a muffin top bro..." Jamie poked at the fat spilling in-between... "you know man... you really should learn to control yourself"...
Tom scowled at him... before rolling his eyes back as another surge of thickening cream flooded in...
The surge proved too powerful for his trousers to restrain... POP... the button flying off as his new belly surged forward... love handles began to peek out underneath his shirt... held back by the strained buttons...
"How embarrassing..." Jamie laughed... a grin wide on his face... "should we stop Miles?"
"Nah bro..." Miles glanced at the seams splitting at the back of Tom's trousers... "hes still got room"...
pop!pop!... the two bottom buttons of Tom's shirt burst off... his love handles spilling wider... and his muffin top jutting out... as Miles and Jamie begin squeezing an jiggling it...
"Damn Tom you really are turning into a fatboy!"
"An actual porker man!"
Tom wriggled around... trying to free himself... instead making the jiggling worse... kicking at the machine...
'Double flow... activated'...
His eyes widen more... *mmph!*
The cream really begins to flow... filling him wider... the trousers begin straining tighter and tight before...
SHRRIPPPPP!
They split at the seat... then along the thighs falling in tatters completely just like Miles' had...
"Damn bro... now you got an ass to match mine" Miles laughed... lifting Tom's tight black boxers to allow more buttcheek to spill out... he slaps it hard... making Tom let out a little moan... "maybe we could go a little bigger"
"That looks uncomfortable bro" Jamie rips off his shirt... the remaining buttons flying off...
Just in his boxers... Tom was a far cry from his former self... his lean muscled frame... now sported a thickened muffin top... accompanied by thicker thighs and a jiggling bubblebutt...
The jiggling and the flow of heavy cream was getting to him... Miles slapping his thickening ass... Jamie jiggling his muffin top... squeezing his love handles... calling him porker... piggy...
All this humiliation... he couldn't be getting a-
"Holy shit... this is turning him on!" Jamie laughed...
"For real... no way porker likes this!" Miles grabs and squeezes Tom's thickening ass... his plump buns looking like two watermelons at this point
No... no... it was all getting too tight... and this wasn't helping... oh no-
SHRIPPPPPPPP!
Tom's boxers tear off completely, falling to the ground...
The machine stops... as Tom's arms are released...
"Oh fuck... what... what did you guys do to me... *groan*"
"We made you into a fatty bro... fatter than both of us... it was what you deserved man..." Miles smirks...
"Come on piggy... don't pretend you didn't enjoy it"
Tom looked up at them... thankfully his sharp jawline still remained... but they had won... he was now a blimpy jiggly bottom heavy pig...
Hang on... there was something you got for winning that golden ticket right... he just remembered...
"I want my wish" Tom stated.
Miles and Jamie stopped laughing, glancing at each other confused...
The masked mans voice came out of a nearby intercom...
"What is your one free wish?"
Tom looked at Jamie and Miles... if they were going to ruin him... they sure as hell weren't going to get away with it... he couldn't have them becoming like he was...
"You know what I want."
The mechinal arms burst to life... grabbing Jamie and Miles...
"Wait!"
"Oh shit no!"
Tom smirks "sorry boys... but it looks like we're all gonna be staying here a long time..."
Before they can answer... a nozzle goes directly into their mouths... the cream beginning to flow...
Jamie looks panicked... his belly surging forward as his love handles widen... he was convinced his nozzle was going at 3 times the speed of Miles... shit... was he going to get ruined the most?...
Tom smirked as he glanced at him... before sauntering over to Miles...
Miles glared at him as the cream began to flow... he could feel his boxers strain... as Tom's hand stroked and squeezed his plump ass...
"Sorry bro... but you're gonna have the fattest ass in this friend group..." he chuckled... giving it a slap before...
SNAP!
Miles boxers ripped completely... as Tom grabbed his thickening bubblebutt...
"Don't worry bro... it'll be my turn next" Tom whispered...
As he said it... he could've sworn he saw Miles smile...
THE END.
Hi! I’m in my final year of uni and I’m just so bored and stressed by the work load. Any suggestions to make my life a bit more exciting?
You know. You say that your stressed and bored by the workload so I feel that it’s only fitting for you to fit that description to a T. You’re going to look like you haven’t worked out your entire time in uni. Hell you’ll look like you never stepped foot in a gym ! And you r bored. Ha! How about let’s dumb you down to high school drop out and slap you into the job of a maccies worker. You’ll be reduced to being a fry cook because you can’t fit behind the register from that big fat stomach you’ll be carrying around. Every-time you try to open it that gut will slam it shut ! And the hunger. Hunger comes with boredom and for someone sooo bored I’ll make sure you’ve got an appetite that is insatiable. I’m going to make you shorter too. About 5’5” so you stomach sticks out really far in front of you. And the body hair is going to be intense. You’re going to be one hairy little obese hobbit when I’m done. You won’t even be able to bend over or tire your shoes. When was the last time you seen your feet? Or your dick? Yeah it’s been that long hasn’t it. You take a picture of yourself and do the bear face. Your stomach grumbles and you don’t even realize that it you stomach grows out a couples inches more. Your face gets slightly fatter. Maybe this will be more exciting for you ? Or maybe I just got carried away with cursing you instead.
The Ice Cream Man
Explicit 18+, Instant Weight gain, Force Feeding, M/M, Sexual Themes
Flipping through the channels Jake passed by the news where he noticed the heat index was 105 right now. Even inside he was feeling it, his AC was barely able to keep his ancient house at 85. Thankfully his parents were gone for the day and he could lay on the couch shirtless without comments about the small flab he’s put on since starting college. He was thinking about cracking open the fridge and freezer to cool himself down when the faint sound of an ice cream truck pricked his ear, “Perfect,” he sighed.
Jake threw on his favorite shirt and hat and stepped out the front door, the wet boiling outside air hitting him like a wave of lava. Squinting, trying to adjust his eyes, he looked down the street and met the met the bright colorful box that called to him like a siren. He met the truck where it stopped, “Hey Connor, thank god you’re here!”
“Hey Jake, figured I’d see you today. How’s it been going?”
“The heat index is 105, I’m not NOT getting ice cream man. Summer has been flying by until this heat wave hit, I can barely move in my own house without breaking a sweat”
“Not too sure that’s all to do with the heat Jake. Freshman 15 is a real thing, and I distinctly remember that shirt not fitting so tight last semester”
“You sound just like my parents, I don’t mind a few pounds, especially in the off-season. I just need something to cool off, I’ve been dying today”
“The usual?” Conner had an ice cream cone ready in a few seconds. They caught up and talked about plans for next semester while some of Jake’s neighbors ordered from the Truck. Connor had clearly been consistent with the gym even during the summer, he was much buffer than Jake remembered from last semester. Jake finished his cone by the time his neighbors dispersed and still wasn’t quite satisfied. “Hey how about another cone?”
“Another one? People are gonna be calling you ‘big guy’ next semester if you keep this big back activity up man haha”
“Listen, you parked almost a block away from my house, this one is so I don’t die of heat stroke on the way back.”
Connor smiled, rolled his eyes, and had another cone in Jake’s hand within a few seconds. Jake enjoyed his second cone but lingered and kept chatting with Connor a bit more. He caught sight of Jake’s underbelly as the wind flipped it up against the soft outline of his belly button pressing against his shirt. He couldn’t help himself, “You know Jake, if you’re really looking to cool off, this was my last stop so I have time to kill, hop in.”
Jake raised an eyebrow and smirked, “If you’re planning on kidnapping me, I’m going to community college, so it should be pretty clear my parents can’t afford a ransom.”
“Get in smart-ass,” Connor closed the side door and let Jake in, watching his pudge ripple as he hopped up the steps into the back of the ice cream truck.
“Oh fuck, it’s so cold, can I live here?” Jake closed his eyes and let the cold wash over him for a bit. Connor showed Jake the freezers, topping buckets, and ice cream machine.
Jake tapped the machine as it emitted a slow consistent hum, “Damn this thing looks old”
“Yeah, most of my work honestly is running and keeping this thing clean. The owner like to take really good care of it, ‘none of that new fake shit’ he says.”
“Can’t say he’s wrong, I love the stuff”
“Clearly. Course, on a day like today, you’re the only fatass who can finish the ice cream before it melts.” Connor chuckled to himself as he tidied up around the truck.
“Who needs to worry about melting when you can get it straight from the source?” Jake quickly kneeled and twisted his body so that his head faced the roof of the truck and locked his mouth to the spout of the machine. Turning the knob and letting the soft freezing cream slither into his mouth and melt down his throat, cooling his entire body.
“Jake! What the fuck man, you’re lucky I have to clean that anyways. I didn’t realize you were THIS much of a pig.” Connor paused as he saw Jake’s body pressed out from kneeling backwards and his shirt riding up past his belly button, exposing his soft pudgy belly. Connor couldn’t help but get hard watching Jake chug the ice cream, his body plump frame getting stretched and rounder.
Jake gave a few final strained gulps and sat upright on both knees, holding onto his gut and wincing. “burrraahhhhh… fuck that was heavier than I thought it was going to be.” Jake’s shirt was practically skintight, his love handles and underbelly finally free from his shirt, acting more as a crop top with two soft breasts still pressed away inside.
He looked over at Connor and from his kneeled position had a direct view of his hard on pressing against his skinny beige slacks. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed that, Connor.” As he nodded to Connor’s waist.
Connor walked over to jake and stood in front of him, still kneeling Jake was inches from Connor’s cock and could clearly see just how big the outline was. “I just knew your fat ass couldn’t resist” Connor said, looking down at Jake’s soft features staring back up at him.
“I could use some help for round two..” Jake had barely finished speaking before Connor knelt next to him supporting his head as he pressed his lips to the machine. Connor flipped the level and cream started flowing again down Jake’s throat. He felt the cold liquid strain in his gut as it kept pumping into him. Connor pressed his buff frame against Jake’s as he rubbed and groped his fat, jiggling his love handles and reaching up his tight shirt to access his man tits.
“That’s it fatass, keep going. Look at how big that fucking gut is getting.” As Connor encouraged Jake, he noticed Jake’s body getting bigger. Not just his belly, but his tits, love handles, ass, everything was growing right in Connor’s hands giving him more and more to squeeze and jiggle. Connor could take it, his cock practically tore its own way out of his pants and started grinding against Jake’s fat blubber.
Jake’s moans muffled by the machine had grown louder and deeper. He felt his body growing and his clothes straining against his new fat which was starting to spill out everywhere. His mind was fluttering barely thinking anything more than just how good it all felt. Connor’s fat cock pressing into his doughy frame with a constant stream of fat flowing straight onto his frame. His belly pressed out from his once skinny frame, freely hanging over his pants and jiggling like jello with every touch of Connor’s hand. He could barely control himself when Connor had freed his cock and started jerking him off, so much sexual input coming from his body was sending his brain into a frenzy.
Ice cream pumping into his fat greedy gut and Connor fucking one of his newly formed fat rolls, Jake struggled to breath trying to moan and tensing up he shot rope after rope of hot cum onto Connor and the floor of the truck. Connor joined in and as he repeatedly forced his cock against Jake’s blubber, causes ripples of Jake’s fat to run across his body. He grit his teeth and groaned as he pumped cum all over Jake’s new fat for what seemed like an eternity.
Jake’s naked obese body collapsed onto the floor of the truck the moment Connor turned the ice cream machine off. Connor got on top of him and pressed his hard muscley frame into Jake as he held his head and kissed his chubby face. Jake’s brain still in its haze, “I can’t believe I’m this fucking big.” Connor slapped his gut causing Jake’s belly to ripple and him to moan, “That sweet tooth of yours just finally caught up to you big guy.”