Zoran Flynn was your average everyday guy, 6’1”, 230 lbs, short brown hair, and blue eyes. Everything about him was average, except for his job. Zoran, was a witch. A witch that specialized in body modification.
Every week, he had clients that wanted to lose weight, get bigger boobs, get a fatter ass, remove wrinkles, etc. Magic worked on the basis of equal exchanges. To make someone lose weight, the weight had to go to someone else. Years ago, Zoran figured out a way to postpone the balance of magic by using special crystals. He could store the fat people didn’t want in crystals and give it to people that wanted it. He was very proud of himself for this until one day, he found that his oldest crystal was starting to crack.
“What the fuck?” Zoran said as he heard a cracking sound coming from the shelf behind the counter. He turned from the register and noticed the cracked crystal. “This isn’t good. Looks like the magic stored in here is starting to break free.” He looked down and saw that his belly was starting to push against his shirt. “Uh-oh. I’m gonna need to seal this quickly.”
After a quick ritual set up, he had the crystal temporarily sealed, but he had a problem. He’d been storing fat from people for over a year. Well over 100,000 lbs of it. If all his crystals were going to start cracking, he had to do something with this energy.
He looked around his shop and absently patted at the new flab adorning his middle. He didn’t see any immediate solutions to his problem, just the regular magical potions, charms, books, and talismans he kept stocked for his regulars.
Ding-dong! Zoran looked up as a customer came in. “Hey there! Welcome to the Zoran Magic Shop. What can we do for you today?”
The customer, a tall, red head with the build of a pipe cleaner, strode up to the counter. “Um, hey. My name’s Kent. I need something that will help me bulk up. My coach told me that if I don’t put on some serious mass that I’m going to be kicked off the team”.
Zoran’s eyes flashed with delight. “Well! You’ve come to the right place. I was just setting up a ritual for something similar. Here. Have a seat at this table, and let me get you what you need.” Zoran grabbed a blank talisman from behind the counter and the freshly sealed crystal. He could feel the energy pounding against the seal, eager to escape.
“Alright, what you need is a mass spell. I’m this crystal, I’ve got hundreds of pounds stored up eager to find a new home.” He held up the talisman. “This is a talisman. I’m going to create a sympathetic link between this talisman and the crystal. As long as you wear this talisman, you’ll put on mass. Got it?”
Kent nodded, looking wide-eyed and eager.
“Okay. Let’s get started then.” Zoran spoke a few nonsensical words and applied his will to bind the talisman to the crystal. Immediately, he felt his belt start digging into him uncomfortably, and quickly handed the talisman to the young man.
“Keep this talisman on you at all times, and you’ll start to bulk up. When you reach your desired weight, bring it back, and I’ll sever the connection. You should start noticing a change within a day or so. Try to stay away from overindulging while you have this on. The magic in this crystal is eager, and it may make you bigger than you want if you give it an outlet.”
The young man thanked him and went on his way, hanging the talisman around his neck. “That should solve that problem. I need to reach out to some more jocks that want to put on mass and see if I can bleed these other crystals…
Kent left the shop wondering if he’d just wasted his money. He’d always been rail-thin, 5’10” and 110 lbs soaking wet, no matter how much he ate. He could out-eat most of the guys on the football team, but he just could never gain any weight. Coach’s new ultimatum, gain weight or get kicked off the team, made him resort to trying witchcraft. Nothing else had ever worked. As he walked back to his car, he could feel a hunger start to build within him. He decided to hit a drive-thru on the way back home and try to kick-start this talisman.
By the time Kent pulled up to the drive-thru, he was ravenous. He ordered 4 combo meals, extra large, and 2 milkshakes. As he pulled out of the parking lot, the smell of the food hit him, and he started cramming fries in his face.
Back home, he brought the remainder of his food inside and started tearing into it with gusto. Chicken fingers, burgers, fries, and milkshakes. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a crumb left. He felt so good. He placed a hand against his belly and rubbed it contentedly. He looked down. Was this just a bloat? His belly looked noticeably bigger, bigger than he’d ever seen it. Maybe this talisman was working after all. He decided he should sleep off this food and see how he felt in the morning.
The next morning, Kent woke up with a heavy weight pressing down on him. He felt like someone had covered him with a weighted blanket. He rolled out of bed and felt a tightness around his waist. He looked down and was shocked by what he saw. He was fat. Not just a little fat, but a lot fat, fatter than he’d ever been. He looked like some of the guys on the team now! “HOLY SHIT!” He exclaimed.
He rushed to the bathroom to see his reflection, and his mouth fell open. The man looking back at him was a stranger. The hair and eyes were the same. The freckles and strong nose were still there, but his cheeks had become round dumplings that ballooned off his face. His previously flat chest now sported a heavy set of moobs, the talisman nestled snugly between them. And, his gut. It was huge! It was a proper gut that protruded out and hung down in front. The tightness he felt from his waist was from his now comically small boxer shorts. The elastic had stretched to its limit and was starting to fray at the seams. He turned and got a good look at his ass. It had ballooned into big round melons that made it look like he was wearing his football pads.
In a daze, he stepped on the scale. He realized he had to bend over a bit to see the display read, “303 lbs”. “Holy Shit!” Kent exclaimed. He looked at the talisman snuggled between his breasts and wondered if he had made a mistake. He decided he needed to go back to the magic shop and get this thing deactivated before things got out of hand.
He rushed to his room and found the only clothes that even remotely fit him, a pair of sweatpants his grandmother got him that used to be way oversized, the 2XLs barely covered his ass now, and a football jersey that had always been loose on him before today. Now, it was a crop top.
He got in his car intending to head straight to the magic shop to get this talisman turned off, but as he cranked his car, the smell of the fast food binge from yesterday hit him like a truck. “Maybe I should get some lunch before I head over.” His gut gurgled loudly in response before a wave of ravenous hunger overtook him. He needed food, and he needed it now.
He pulled up to an all-you-can-eat buffet and waddled inside, his belly leading the way. He paid the cashier and immediately went to the buffet tables, loading up 2 plates at once with as much as he could, meatloaf, fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fried fish, sweet corn, mac and cheese, rolls, and whatever else he could fit.
He ate. And ate. And ate. Plates started piling high as he went back again and again, trying to sate his hunger. Other diners looked at him with awe and disgust, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was filling the void that was his stomach. Hours later, when he finally started to feel the hunger subside a bit, he started on dessert. He didn’t even bother with a plate, he brought whole cakes, pies, and a large salad bowl full of ice cream back to his table. As he finished the last bite, he finally came to his senses.
“Oh, god. What the fuck.” He was so heavy. His gut was taut and distended. His jersey now barely passed as a bra, and his sweats were ripping at the seams. The manager came over and asked him to leave, so he hefted his huge body up and waddled back to the car. As he sat down, his belly pressed uncomfortably into the steering wheel, honking the horn. He fumbled and strained to release his seat to roll it back as far as it would go, but his belly still brushed the edges of the wheel. He felt helpless. He couldn’t drive like this. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the only person that he could trust with something like this.
“Hey Jake. I’m in trouble man. I’m stuck at the buffet in town. Can you come pick me up in your truck?” Kent hung up the phone, praying his best friend would get here soon. He could already feel his body growing again.
Jake arrived and approached Kent’s car. Some massive fat man was stuck in the front seat with the horn blaring. “Hey, big guy, Where’s Kent?”
Kent looked up blearily at his friend and said, “It’s me man. Some witch made me gain all this weight, and I can’t stop it. You gotta take me to him”.
Jake was shocked. That was his friend’s voice, but it was deeper, more masculine somehow. “Holy shit, dude! You’re a fucking whale!”. Jake looked at his friend and felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He had just seen Kent two days ago, and he had been beyond skinny. Now, he looked like all the guys he jerked off to in private. His jersey had ripped to tatters and now hung loosely around his neck. His moobs were massive, each one as big as most football players’ guts. His gut was truly huge. It filled up the whole front seat and was pushing hard on the steering wheel.
He heaved on his friend and managed to dislodge him from the seat. Together they worked to get Kent into the back of Jake’s truck. A loud ripping sound came from Kent, and Jake looked in alarm as Kent’s sweatpants practically exploded off of him.
“Please hurry. I’m still growing.” Kent said as his cheeks flushed red.
That was the hottest thing Jake had ever heard. It was much harder to get Kent in the truck bed than Jake thought it would be, and that made hiding his boner much more difficult.
“Please, man. Take me back to the magic shop. They’ve gotta undo the talisman,” He said as he pulled the talisman out of his impressive cleavage.
“Uh, sure man. Give me the address, and let’s go.” Jake didn’t believe in magic, but he didn’t have any other explanation for this rapid weight gain. After seeing what was happening to Kent, he might ask for one for himself. He got in the truck and took off toward the shop, slowly stroking himself as he thought about the prospect of growing.
“Sorry, We’re closed! We’ll be back at 10AM!” Read the sign on the shop’s door.
“Bad news buddy. Looks like they are closed until tomorrow.” Jake said as his mind started racing.
Kent whimpered, “Please, knock on the door. See if anyone’s there. I gotta get this thing turned off. I can feel myself growing, and I’m starting to get hungry again.”
Jake banged on the door, but no one answered. “Sorry bud. I can drive you out here in the morning. Why don’t you come back to my place tonight? I’m having a party, and that might get your mind off this.”
Kent, defeated, just nodded, and they drove off.
Jake’s mind was working overtime. He didn’t have a party planned, but it would be a great excuse to order a shit-ton of food. He called up the local pizza parlor on their way home.
Kent was huge. He was filling up most of the bed of Jake’s truck, and he could feel his body still growing. He didn’t know if he’d make it until tomorrow morning, but he didn’t really have a choice.
They arrived at Jake’s place, and Kent needed a lot of help getting out of the bed of the truck. It was hard to walk now. He had to waddle and really spread his legs apart to make any progress. At the front door, he had to have Jake help tuck his fat into the door and push him just to get through. He waddled to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking up the whole thing.
Before long, the food for the party arrived: 25 large pizzas and several liters of soda. Jake started setting everything up before coming over to Kent with a frown.
“Hey man. So, it looks like the party is off. Xander and Frank just let me know that everyone bailed due to some rush hazing thing, so it’s just you and me tonight. You hungry?” Jake looked at his mammoth friend, “Of course you are.”
Kent’s eyes widened as Jake brought over a pizza. Kent’s belly grumbled loudly before a familiar hunger and ravenous haze took him over. He folded the pizza and shoved it down his throat as quickly as he could, begging for another as soon as he’d finished the first. Jake, mesmerized by the sight, obliged.
Pizza after pizza disappeared down his throat as his gargantuan form expanded. By the end of the night, all of the pizza, and all of the soda, had made it’s way into Kent. He lay there on the couch, feeling that taut feeling again. It felt so damn good. This is what true living feels like. He heard the sound of something creaking as his body grew wider. He rubbed his body, feeling it grow, when he felt a pressure building within him. He let out the longest, loudest belch he’d ever heard, and as he did, his gut surged out in front of him. A loud CRACK came from somewhere below him, and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.
“Holy shit, dude! You just broke my couch!” Jake exclaimed.
“S-sorry” Kent said as he let out a loud belch. He was so big now. He couldn’t stand, much less walk. How was he supposed to get this reversed now? “Jake, you gotta take this talisman to the magic shop and get it turned off. I don’t think I can get up anymore.” He held the talisman out towards Jake.
“Uh, yeah man. I can do that for you. Maybe they’ll find some way to reverse this so we can you out of here.” Kent said as he took the talisman. “You just rest here, and we’ll take care of it in the morning.”
Jake went back to his room and slipped the talisman over his head. Tomorrow would be an interesting day…
This is my first attempt at writing a gainer story in years. I’ve posted this chapter for free on my Patreon, and I plan to release subsequent chapters there as well as new photos and videos. Hope you liked it!
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