Hi all! I'm going to try to start posting more consistently now! I know this is like the third time I've said this but I actually have free time now so I'll at least be able to post stories and morphs within the next 2-3 months.
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$5 per morphed image
Stories:
$10 for a short story (about 2000-3000 words)
$20 for a medium length story (about 4000 - 5000 words)
$30 for a longer length story (about 6000 - 7000 words)
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This cute guy couldn't stop accepting gifts from fans. All that indulgence made him even more popular! But for some reason the gifts are just food and money now...
âMayor Bradley! How do you feel now that youâve just won a second term in office with a surprise landslide victory?!â A man with a microphone asked.
âIâm honored the people of Stocksville have chosen me to lead them again. Iâm excited to get back in my office and make changes for the better.â The man confidently said, adjusting his casual yet sleek blue suit. He combed over his curls with his hand to make sure they werenât frizzled.
âMayor! To what do you contribute to such a meaningful success?â A blonde woman in a red suit nearly jumped out of the crowd. She, of course, was talking about how a black man, like himself, was the first to win a reelection as mayor in Stocksville.
âI think my policies speak for themselves. Our economy is doing better, crime is at an all time low and people are content with their lives in the city.â The mayor confidently responded.
âAnd mayor, what do you have to say to those who believe your victory was the result of fraud?â A man asked before being pushed back into the crowd.
If the people had known him personally, or had studied his body language, they wouldâve known Scott staggered for a brief moment before responding. âI ask that they wait for the voting office to put out their data, and, for now, work with me in making progress towards a better Stocksville.â He smiled.
âHow could they have known?! I was completely certain it would be a secret-â A man with shaggy brown hair walked back and forth before being interrupted by Scott.
âJust shut up! I know my office isnât rigged with cameras or mics Iâm not aware of. Thereâs no way it couldâve gotten out.â He said, leaning forward onto his desk.Â
âThen how would they have known we used dark ma-â Scott almost literally zipped the manâs lips this time.
âRoger. There is absolutely, assuredly, zero reason for people to believe we did anything suspicious other than their own conspiratorial beliefs. We have done nothing wrong, and thereâs no proof otherwise.â
Roger wiped the sweat from his neck, âWellâŚâ
Scott glared, âRoger.â
âIâm not saying I kept the book, but-â
âRoger!â Scott growled. A rarity for him.
âWhat if I need a demon for a hot chick or something? You never know.â Roger, now much more casually, admitted.
âIf by âdemonâ you mean âadviceâ then sure, but you definitely donât mean what you said literally, right?â Scott said, with a thick emphasis on the sarcasm.
âRelax Brandon, thereâs nothing to worry about. Iâm like, ninety-nine percent sure thereâs no negative side effects.â Roger started, âYou did do what the de- what the advice told you to do, right?â
Brandon sighed, pulling out the greasy takeout bag, âYeah, I bought a burger after I won. I really donât get how this was equivalent to whatever thatâŚadvice did.âÂ
He took a large bite out of the burger, finding the taste divine. Scott quickly took another, and then a sip of his soda.
âWoah, slow down their champ. Just because you won doesnât mean you canât get sick from eating like that.â Roger advised, but it seemed Brandon wasnât listening.
âMmph, sorry,â Scott swallowed the last of his burger, âI donât know why, but that was the best burger Iâve ever had from McTasties.â Finishing his soda and the fries, Scott went on, âI think Iâm gonna get another. They mustâve changed their recipe or something!âÂ
Roger noticed how Scott wiped the grease onto his blue suit, which, thanks to the dark color, didnât detract much from it. However, he thought back to how Brandon got pissed off when he spilled water onto a similar suit.Â
âYeah, Iâm gonna head home. Call me if you need anything not politics related.â Roger said, the drawstrings of his green and gray hoodie flipping through the air.Â
Despite his calm demeanor, Roger was still thinking about his friendâs behavior. Just what was it that they had summoned the night before?
âDestiny! Two more orders of McTasties double cheeseburgers. One with fries and one with onion rings. Of course I want two milkshakes!â Scott said over his newly installed desk microphone. He had gotten tired of constantly walking down to ask her to order him more food.Â
âRight away Mayor Bradley. Oh, city council wanted me to notify you that theyâre meeting for ordinance 5507 in 10 minutes.â Destiny replied.
Scott smiled and thanked Destiny. He slowly sat up from his chair and walked over to his mirror. His stomach bulged against the white undershirt and blue suit he adorned. A ketchup stain marked the white and a grease one the blue suit. It had been a stressfulâŚ2 weeks in office. Scott hadnât taken the time to think about how he had gained weight so quickly, or how fast time had gone by.Â
Regardless, Scott decided to head down to the council room and wait for his colleagues there.Â
Opening his doors, he found an unwanted surprise.
âScott! I really need to talk to you ri-â Roger nearly shouted.
âCan it wait? I have McTasties and a council meeting waiting for me downstairs?â Scott replied, rolling his eyes.
âI really donât think you should. Iâm not sure how much longer you have?â Roger panicked, welcoming himself into Scottâs office.
Raising an eyebrow, Scott now fully entered the conversation, âWhat, do I have a disease or something?â
âYou might as well! You know that âadviceâ we summoned the other night?â Roger asked, using his hands to sign quotation marks in the air, âWell, apparently that deal was just its way to get ahold of you.â
âWait, you mean Iâm possessed?â Scott scoffed at his own words.
âBasically! Itâs like an infection,â Roger opened the book Scott had berated him for 2 weeks ago, âThe longer you donât treat it, the more it affects you. This weight youâve gained isnât natural.â
Roger poked Scottâs belly to emphasize his point, Scott smacking his friendâs hand away.
âSo what, I've gained a few pounds. Iâve been stressed and cooped up in this office, Iâll be fine.â Scott said, stifling a belch.
Roger looked at his friend with glazed eyes, âYouâve barely done anything but eat McTasties and watched how the media is praising your election.â
Scott didnât want to admit it, but as he looked at the greasy takeout wrappers on the floor, Roger was right. He hadnât done much other than eat and pass a few laws that were already in the works before he was elected. But then, a lightbulb.
Well, a buzz on his desk microphone.
âMayor Bradley. City council is meeting in 5 minutes now. Also, your McTasties is here.â Destiny rang.
Now with a smug look, Scott smiled at Roger, âIâm actually in the process of passing a new city ordinance right now. And youâre making me late. Now if youâll excuse me.â
Scott then headed down the hall and towards the city council. Roger looked at the book and sighed. At least this wasnât going to ruin his life. He hoped.
Entering the city council meeting room with his two bags of McTasties, Scott settled in before the last of the council members arrived. Immediately digging into one of the cheeseburgers and fries, the other city council members stared in shock.Â
âUhm, Mayor Bradley. Mayor Bradley!â An older council member nearly shouted.
âHmm? What is it?â Scott replied, licking ketchup off of his fingers.
âWeâre starting our meetingâŚis it truly necessary for you to eat your lunch during our meeting?â The older man inquired.
âOh, Iâm almost done with it,â Scott casually replied, sucking down his milkshake, making a loud slurping sound in the process, âYou all should try it sometime. Now, where were we?âÂ
The following months saw historic change for Stocksville. Probably in the most insipid way possible. Ordinance 5507 gave more freedom to âinexpensive food companiesâ that was cited to help âimpoverish citizens attain a more consummate meal.âÂ
In reality, Scott just wanted more McTasties near city hall and his house, both of which now had 2 within a block.Â
Not that Scott walked to the fast food restaurant, but it certainly alleviated the weight on his employees. Though, it didnât relieve weight in other areas. Within those months, the Bradley office staff had all put on at least 70 pounds of fat. Dozens upon dozens of McTasties orders came to the office each day, a majority of them coming from Scott himself.Â
Speaking of the mayor, he had gone up 3 suit sizes in the several months following ordinance 5507, which of course was followed by ordinance 5508, 5509 and 5512. All of which gave the McTasties company more power in Stocksville.Â
None of this caused the Bradley office any concern because, like Scott, they had all become addicted to the greasy junk. Seemingly overnight, the town had transformed into some Las Vegas for greasy restaurants. A competitor, Pattyâs Burgers, was on the rise and produced even more restaurants for Scott- for the Stocksville citizens to order from.Â
Though, not all hope was lost for the town.
âScooooooottttt!â A man with shaggy brown hair shouted down the hall. The guards were too fat and lazy to stop him from bursting into Scottâs office. âScott, Iâve found out how to solve this- what the hell happened to you?!âÂ
The mayorâs first response with a burp, followed by him trying to sit upright in his chair.
âDo you mind, URP, Roger? Iâm trying to eat my pre-lunch snack?â Scott replied, taking a chomping bite out of a burger that looked much too large for human consumption. 3 more bags were filled with food next to him on the desk, Roger being able to tell they were filled because he couldnât take a step in the office without his legs brushing up against an empty one.
âHow fucking fat have you gotten? Do you realize what this is all from? That âadvice?ââ Roger, again, emphasized the word advice.
Scott slurped down a soda before literally dumping a carton of fries into his gaping maw. âWhat, the fucking demon? Yeah, whatever. Like anyone believes that shit.â He let out a very noticeable fart before going back to chowing down on a burger.
Roger noticed his friendâs new dialect. âDude, since when did you swear? I thought you had to uphold an image or something.âÂ
âYeah, what-fucking-ever. People are so happy with all the McTasties, and now Pattyâs! Who cares if I fucking swear!â Scott said with a little too much enthusiasm, finding himself wedged between his office chair, âDamn, this thing is getting old.â
âUhh, yeah. Anyways, Iâve figured out how to stop all this and get back to normal. All you have to do is eat some vegetables and fruit, lose a bit of weight and the possession should slowly go away. If that doesnât work weâll need a priest and-â
âBro, youâre actually still on this possession thing? I told you, Iâm in complete control.â Scott said, taking a final bite out of his burger.Â
Then, a squeak was heard, followed by a snap and then Scott falling to the ground. Rips could be heard behind the desk as the mayor sat behind his desk.
âFuckâŚthat actually felt kinda good.â Scott mumbled to himself.
Roger, however, was much more worried, âDude! Are you alright?!â He went behind Scottâs desk to help his friend up.
He immediately noticed that one of the buttons on his suit had burst off from the fall, leaving a portion of Scottâs belly wide open to the public. As he helped heft his friend up, Roger noticed that Scottâs pants were now torn at his thighs, exposing a significant amount of cellulite. After helping Scott up, the fat man waddled to the mirror in his office.Â
âDamn, I donât look too bad.â Scott admired himself.
Roger hadnât taken the time to notice in his rush to save his friend, but as his friend looked on in the mirror, he really saw how far Scottâs appearance had fallen. The once well-shaved man now had a scruff that was forming a goatee, and the same furry situation could be said for his now-exposed belly. His suit was tattered with stains, and had torn in places Scott hadnât even noticed.Â
âScott I really think you should reconsider-â
âRoger, my time in office has been incredibly successful. Employment is at an all time low. People who were starving in the streets now have homes and food! Public transportation goes all over the city and our economy is thriving and healthy. All because Iâve invested in McTasties and fast food restaurants.â Scott went on, looking over the city, then back at Roger, âDonât think I havenât noticed your extra weight too.â He poked Roger in his belly, to which the pale man sheepishly backed off.
âJust listen to me dude, I think something is really wrong. I mean, how did you even convince the city council to get all of this done? Arenât they notorious for stopping all your ideas?â Roger asked.
Scott smiled devilishly, braggin, âThey attributed it to my âcharisma.â Theyâve really fallen for me.â He walked over to Roger and put his arm around his friend, âLook me in the eyes when I tell you this, Roger.â
Listening to his friend, Roger looked into Scott's eyes, but they werenât Scottâs. They glowed a deep red, and were almostâŚhypnotizing.
âGo get yourself some McTasties on your way home. Tell them itâs on me, theyâll cover it.â Scott ordered, very persuasively.Â
Roger couldnât help but slowly nod his head and turn around to leave Scottâs office. He could really go for a McTasties burger.
The next month saw Mayor Bradleyâs only roadblock in his reign of ordinances. A group called âAlternatives for Healthâ rose to political distinction as a, you guessed it, alternative to Scottâs campaign. Not that there would be an election any time soon, but they aimed to rally support against all of the fast food-centric regulations that had recently been put in place. Lobbying Scottâs office near daily, they wouldâve annoyed the hell out of any other group in office.
But, by this point, Scottâs staff had grown too fat and tired to care.Â
âURRRRRP, Desti-URRRRRRP. Destiny, whereâs mâ damn order of fries?â A sweaty, double-chinned, bearded face mumbled over the desk microphone. When there wasnât a response in 5 seconds, he repeated himself. âDestiny! URRRRRP, I need mâ aftaânoon snack!âÂ
âItâs, URP, on its way now. Sorry, thought it was for me.â A voice that was distinctly deeper than it was 4 months ago replied.Â
Just then, several bags of greasy food then came elevated up through a small nightstand-like desk. Grumbling as he slowly stood up from a wider chair, the fat mayor waddled to the bags of food. Not bothering to waddle back to his desk, he plopped his fat ass down on the ground and started devouring the food.Â
âGodâŚthis ainât gonna be enoughâŚitâs sho goodâŚgonna need moreâŚâ Scott trailed off, plowing through the food like he had the littered takeout bags in his office. Sweat poured down his barely clothed body, pooling into the rolls that were made from hours of eating. A white wifebeater and black basketball pants were what Scott adorned, since nothing else fit and he had to keep up âpublic decency,â whatever the hell that was.
A voice annoyingly came through his microphone desk.
âMayor you, URRRRRP, have a visitor.â Destiny rang.
Grumbling again, the mayor heaved his beanbag-esq belly off the ground and waddled back to his oversized chair.
âSend âem up!â Scott said, farting as he settled back into his chair. Just moving across the room had gotten him drench in his own salty perspiration. He rubbed his hairy, sweaty belly to coax out more gas before his visitor arrived. Though, he figured he already knew who it was.
âURRRP, Scott, I got more sco-URRRRRP-op on that health group.â Roger barged in. The trip to McTasties a month ago had treated Roger well. Some mightâve said a little too well. But Scott said it hadnât treated him well enough, and sent his friend back for more.
âGood man! Whadda they want? URRRRRRPâ Scott belched out, not bothering to stop eating.Â
Pulling out a bunch of graphs and research papers, Roger messily placed them all over Scottâs desk.
âSo basically, URRRRP, âscuse me. Basically theyâre trynaâ prove that beinâ fat is bad. Apparently it raises your chance for âheart diseaseâ and âcholesterol related illnessesâ but I havenât heard of anyone hospitalized for those things recently.â Roger explained.
Scottâs brain was still trying to process the papers in front of him. Months ago these wouldâve made sense, but for some reason he could barely comprehend the words. Words like âarthritis,â âartery,â and âhigh fructoseâ were hard to read. Almost like he was realizing his descent into slobdom, Scott almost put the pieces together.
That was, until Roger shoved the straw to a milkshake in his mouth.
âYa looked starved. Thank god I brought more McTasties.â Roger said, with Scott eagerly reaching for the bags with his sausage arms.Â
Roger rubbed his own exposed, pale belly that pushed out underneath his green hoodie. Surprisingly, the same hoodie from 4 months ago still fit the growing lard boy, but he was too addicted to the junk most of Stocksville ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner to be bothered to notice.
âSo,â Scott pause for a monumental fart, âHeh, that was a nice one. Anyways, whatâre we talkinâ about?âÂ
âThis, uh, health group.â Roger explained.
âOh yeah, how do we get rid of them? Theyâre gettinâ in the way of me buildinâ more McTasties.â Scott shoveled another handful of onion rings into his mouth. Roger couldnât even tell what was grease and what was sweat on the manâs face.
âJusâ...lemme handle it.â Roger smiled, with Scott appreciating the simple reply. âHowâs the move goinâ?âÂ
Processing the question, Scott remembered he had ordered the leanest of his staff to move his home necessities to his office.Â
âAwesome dude! I got a TV and internet, so Iâm basically set. All I need is a personal McTasties and Iâd never have to leave.â Scott replied, his rolls and moob jiggling as he went to wipe sweat from his forehead.Â
âSounds like the next ordinance at city council.â Roger smirked.
Scott belched and threw an empty milkshake cup into the trash pile that littered the room. âOh, I disbanded that. They all got too lazy to come. So now they put their trust in me to make the laws.â
Rogerâs eyes perked up at those words. âYouâre just telling me now?!â
Scott let out more gas and continued to eat, âSorry, forgot I guess.âÂ
Roger went over to Scott and leaned against his a fat roll.
âMy friend, itâs a good thing youâve started moving; I donât think youâll be leaving your office for a while.â
âWhaddare they sayinâ? Mâ fuckinâ tits râ blockinâ mâ vision.â A fat blob of a man whined.Â
âHold on Scott I gotta turn up the volume.â A less fat, but still incredibly massive, man replied.
The less fat man placed a milkshake in between the blobbish manâs moobs, with the latter eagerly sucking down the contents of the cup.
âRoge-URRRRRRRRRRRP. Whaddare they sayinâ damnit!â Scott whined again, finishing the milkshake in record time.Â
Roger smirked and smacked Scottâs immense belly, âYouâve got no opposition mâ friend. Youâre running unopposed next election.âÂ
The wide man forgot to mention how he had gotten a few of the skinnier interns to infiltrate Alternatives for Healthâs own office and sneak McTasties into their diet. A combination of this and tactically cutting off their funding so fast food was all they could afford spiraled to a quick downfall of their opposing organization.
Scott let out a fart from the pressure on his belly, smiling nonetheless. âThasâŚURRRRRRPPâŚfuckinâ awesome.â He unabashedly stated.Â
âStill itâll be Stocksvilleâs first mayor whoâs a human blob. And I donât think itâll be the last.â Roger stated, planting a kiss on Scottâs greasy lips.
Scott let out more gas, drool and more greasy getting into his beard, âHuh? Did âm new order come yet?â
Scott had gotten a one-track mind. Which might have been a good thing had he not been corrupted with greasy takeout. The naked blob of a man now never left his office. Not that he could, given his recent immobility in the past month. His thighs were as thick as a hog plumped for a Christmas dinner, leading to an ass that was as large as his belly just months ago. Whenever the man moved, either to let out gas, to try to see the TV, or, recently, to pleasure himself, his entire body jiggled as if shockwaves were sent through him.
Arms hung uselessly at his sides, sitting on rolls upon rolls of fat. His face was basically just his unkept goatee, his several chins, greasy, and sweat. Oh christ the sweat. It was as if Scott had constantly come back from a workout at the gym, but his workout was simply processing thoughts and eating his McTasties meals. It got tangled in his hairy body and made the entire office smell like a sports locker room.
âScott, âm back with your pre-pre-brunch snack!â Roger reassured the massive man.Â
Roger hadnât faired much better after being âconvincedâ by Scott to try McTasties. He was also shirtless, but wore underwear that had definitely seen better days. Just their yellow coloring and greasy stains were enough to paint a detailed picture. His gut rested over these underwear, looking like a dad who had recently gotten divorced and hit the liquor store too much, though with a more jiggly belly. He looked like Scott did just months ago, which didnât bode well for his future.
âAnything I can get for ya while Iâm up babe?â Roger asked, opening his phone to see the news about Alternatives for Health.â
The two had started dating because of what Scott again contributed to his âcharisma.â They were basically inseparable now, Roger serving at Scottâs beck and call.
âActually, fuck, yeah.â Scott said through mouthfuls of food, âCall in ân intern anâ suck me off.â
Giving a knowing smile, Roger leaned against his massive boyfriendâs belly. He slowly got on his belly and crawled under Scottâs massive belly. They had done this enough times that Roger knew where to go in the sweaty expanse.
As an intern walked in and started to feed Scott, the immense man started to let out some affirming swears. Roger knew he found his goal.
âURP, Mayor Bradley, what will you do to, uh, ya know, make sure our city stays great?â An interviewer asks over a video call.
âIâll, uhm, URRRRRRRRP, uh, yeah.â Scott replied.
They were all too fat to do professional interviews in-person anymore. Not that it mattered. They only had one choice anyways. Thank god they werenât doing this in-person anyways. Scott barely fit in frame on the Zoom call. He barely fit in his office anymore. An amalgamation of sweaty, hairy fat.Â
âGreat response, babe.â Roger egged his boyfriend on. He was nearing immobility too, struggling to get up and feed Scott nowadays. The interns took care of that for them.
The interviewer, clearly struggling to paint Mayor Bradley in a good light, asked another question. âTo what do you contribute your, URRRRRP, successes.â
Scott nearly went cross-eyed. He let out a far that was audible on camera before responding. âMore, URRRRRRRRRP, McTasties. Thas whatâll do!â He slurred.
The interviewer smiled and said, âExcellent idea!âÂ
âThey should, PFFFFFFFFFTTTTT, vote faâ me jusâ âcus âm hot.â Scott gobbled down multiple burgers after the interview. Grease splattered all over him, and the walls. And his rolls. And his tits.
âThatâs a gr-URRRRRRRRRRP-great idea babe!â Roger continued to egg on the massive man.Â
It was a wonder nobody realized how their demon, oh sorry, âadviceâ, had caused all of this. Roger didnât do a very good job at hiding the evidence once he got a bite of McTasties.
If anyone had the brains to realize what was going on, theyâd know their mayor hadnât any.
That was okay, though. A quick bite of McTasties would fix their worries. Thank god they were expanding to other cities nearby.