The warm summer sun was just beginning to peak over the rocky mountaintops that surrounded the picturesque town. It was a relatively warm day, the big warm front from last week seemed to not be in a big rush to leave town. The cows and pigs were shuffling around in their pastures, their soft calls for food carried by the breeze. It was an otherwise quiet mid-afternoon, the sound of a car on the highway beginning to grow from out in the distance.
That car belonged to Juno, a trailer full of furniture attached to his gray SUV. The hustle and bustle of the big city just wasnât meant for him, so he packed all of his belongings and made the big move. He ran his fingers through his long black hair as he lowered the air conditioning. Juno had just turned 30 last month, and he was in the best shape of his life. Heâd never been the most athletic person, but after almost a year and a half at his apartmentâs gym, he managed to put on a decent amount of muscle mass. He even had abs for the first time in his life!
However, those who lived in this town knew of the mysteries that lurked in the otherwise unassuming town. Some people only thought of him as some silly superstition, but others were convinced of The Bellyman, a man who, when spotted, would curse the man who saw him to quickly grow nice and fat, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Of course, it was just a rumor, but could it really be a coincidence that almost all of the men in this town were massively obese? It was almost like a curse rest on the entire city, dooming the men who lived there to a heavy, jiggling fate.
But to Juno, who knew next to nothing of the townâs mysterious lore, the small town was just the break he needed. Driving through the winding roads, surrounded by big leafy trees and the fresh mountain air, he couldnât help but think he made the right choice. After only a few more minutes of driving, he finally made it to his new house. He parked in the driveway, right next to the old pickup truck heâd came to recognize.
âLooks like you made it in one piece!â he heard a deep, booming voice call to him from the front porch. He looked up and saw his realtor, Eric, leaning against the porch railing. âHope the drive wasnât too bad for you,â he said as he shook hands with Juno.
âOh no, not at all,â Juno said, returning the big manâs calloused handshake.
What was originally going to be just a small chat about the house turned into a lengthy conversation between the two men, both laughing and joking throughout. As the sun dipped lower into the afternoon sky, Eric stood up finally and fished around in his back pocket.
âWell then, I guess Iâll leave you alone now,â Eric said, jingling his car keys as he walked towards his car. âDonât let The Bellyman get to you!â
Levi paused. âThe what?â
âAh, so no oneâs told you about olâ Bellyman?â Eric said, chuckling. âOur little town mystery?â
âIâm afraid not,â Juno said as he shook his head. âWhoâs The Bellyman?â
âWell, rumor has it that he lurks around town, looking for skinny guys like you,â Eric said, smile returning. âAnd apparently once you see him, he puts a curse on you, and itâs game over for your waistline!â he continued, patting his own hefty gut. âI think I got a glimpse of him a few years back, and now look at me,â he said, resting a hand on the widest part of his belly.
âAnd he just lurks around town?â Juno asked, amused but with a tinge of concern in his voice.
âOh, you got nothing to worry about son, he isnât a dangerous thing,â Eric said, laughing again. âHell, some people donât even think heâs real! Suppose heâs just a little character we came up with,â he said, finishing his tangent. âBut if heâs real, I suppose he must be working overtime!â he laughed to himself as he waved at Juno again. He hopped into his truck and drove off as the sun began to set behind the mountains.
Junoâs first few weeks in town flew by without a problem. He was right, country living was a much better fit for him than the city. He was lucky that his job let him work remotely, meaning he didnât have to stress about finding a new job. Barely a day went by where he was working past 3pm, meaning his afternoons were spent around town, checking out all the restaurants and bars. The more of town he explored, the more he fell in love with the townâs atmosphere. However, as he spent more time in town, heâd began to notice a pattern. He had noticed that almost all of the men heâd met in this town were pretty heavy, putting at least some validity to Chrisâs story. It was like he was the only slim guy in town, surrounded by men who were easily pushing 300 pounds. Despite how odd it seemed, Juno just ignored it, chalking it up to just some coincidence.
It was a warm Friday night, a relaxing end to one of the longest work weeks of Junoâs life. He really didnât feel like cooking tonight, so he drove to the 70âs inspired diner that was just off the town square. Pulling into the closest parking spot, he hopped out of his car and adjusted the work shirt he hadnât bothered changing out of.
And then Juno saw him. Glancing up to the small grove of trees on the other side of the parking lot, he saw a large shadowy figure standing within the trees. Its bright blue eyes pierced through the shade and stared directly at Juno.
âHello?â he called out, locking eyes with the figure. âDo you need help?â
In response, the shadowy figure took a step forward and stood out into the open. He looked just like any other man, despite his unusual size, Juno thought, getting a good glance at him. Even from standing far away, Juno could tell just how tall this man was. He was dressed in lumberjack attire, ripped blue jeans on his thick legs and leather boots planted firmly into the ground. Raising his gaze, Juno saw his red flannel shirt, severely stretched across the biggest belly Juno had ever seen. Sticking out from his massive frame as wide as a tire, Juno could only guess how much he weighed. His face, handsome yet weathered, with the deepest blue eyes imaginable, looked right at him and smiled.
Juno went to say something, but before he could get a word out, the mystery man laughed a warm laugh as he gently rubbed his generous overhang, still staring at Juno. Juno blinked, and the man suddenly disappeared, as if into thin air.
âWhat the fuck was that?â Juno said incredulously, eyes still darting across the tree line where the man was standing only a few moments ago. Nothing.
Could that have been the..? Juno thought to himself, thinking back to his conversation with Eric only a few weeks ago. No, He shook his head. Thereâs no way thatâs a real thing. After one last glance at the trees, he walked inside the diner.
Entering the vintage restaurant, Juno was immediately taken aback by how delicious the place smelled. His stomach growled as the smells of the diner washed over Juno. He walked over to the nearest table, and it didnât even take 10 seconds before his waiter appeared.
âGood evening mister, Iâm Chris,â the man said, passing him a menu. As with many other of the townâs men, Juno couldnât help but notice just how fat Chris was. He had to have been well over 300 pounds! âYou got here right on time, we just finished cooking up all our specials for tonight,â he said, whipping out his pad.
âWell, whatâs the best thing on the menu?â Juno asked, immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of options on the menu.
âWell letâs see here,â Chris said, fingers immediately tapping his generous belly. âPersonally, Iâm a big fan of the Breakfast for Dinner,â he said, pointing to a small picture on the menu. âAnd Linda is in the kitchen tonight, so the chicken fried steak is going to be extra good as well,â he continued, finger dashing to another picture. âAnd the bacon cheeseburgers definitely havenât done any favors to my figure,â he finished, pointing to another picture and poking his belly.
Junoâs belly rumbled. Everything looked so delicious! âWell then, let me get the Bacon Cheeseburger then,â he said, flipping his menu over. âWith a side of the macaroni and cheeseâ he added. âAnd letâs seeâŚâ he said, glancing at the drink menu. His belly rumbled again. âHow about a milkshake to drink?â he finished, handing Chris the menu.
Chris shuffled off after taking Junoâs order. Juno messed around on his phone while he waited for his food, but it felt like in no time Chris was back with a heaping plate of food and a tall glass of the milkshake he ordered. âEnjoy!â he said before he left, leaving Juno alone with a massive plate of food in front of him.
And enjoy he did. He picked up the massive burger, packed full of melted cheese and bacon and took a generous mouthful. The warm, savory flavors all melted together on his tongue, and he salivated as he swallowed and took another bite. It was possibly the best burger heâd ever eaten. Swallowing another huge bite of the burger, he put it down and grabbed his milkshake and took a large gulp. It was just sweet enough, the thick creamy liquid flowing down his throat as almost a third of his drink went down. It was like he couldnât stop eating, and bite after bite of his food went down his throat and into his slightly bloated midsection, which was just beginning to bow outwards as he finished his meal.
And in almost no time at all, Juno was down to his last bite. He shoved the last bite of his burger into his mouth, savoring the flavors for the last time as he chewed, then swallowed the last bite. He leaned back in his chair, belly rumbling in content. His shirt grew slightly tighter around his stuffed midsection, but Juno didnât mind. Considering all the food he just ate, Juno didnât mind relaxing and massaging his stuffed⌠hungry belly. Despite the sheer amount of food he just devoured, he couldnât help but still feel hungry. In fact, he felt even hungrier than before he ate all of the food. His stomach rumbled again, with as much ferocity as it did before his supersized meal.
âExcuse me, Chris?â Juno asked, flagging down the portly waiter. âWould it be okay if I ordered some more food?â he asked, face growing warm.
âOf course thatâs okay! Manâs got a healthy appetite!â he responded, pulling out his notepad again. âWhat were you thinking of?â
âBring me your largest plate of the fried chicken, and let me get another milkshake as well,â Juno ordered, his belly rumbling again.
And just like before, the waiter came back with another massive plate of food, which Juno attacked with almost no hesitation. The chicken was just as good as the cheeseburger was, and Junoâs tastebuds were dancing as mouthful after mouthful of food made it way into his hungry mouth. The hunger in his stomach was still gnawing at him, despite the sheer amount of food he had eaten by now. His stomach, now properly bloated due to how much food was inside of him, was beginning to really stick out from his frame and tug at his shirt. Despite the pressure, Juno couldnât shake the bottomless hunger that gnawed inside of him, even with his stomach as rounded and heavy as it was. But yet Juno still ate, and it didnât take long until the second plate of food was entirely inside of him.
He leaned back in his chair, and his hands immediately reached down to massage his stomach.
But yet his greedy stomach still didnât stop there, and so his second plate of food turned into three, a large meat lovers pizza brought to him and promptly demolished by his unending appetite. Despite the growing pressure inside his stuffed belly, he continued to eat, almost as if an unseen force was compelling him to gorge like a fattening pig. As the third plate of food made its way inside his belly, his shirt grew dangerously tight on him, his stuffed belly straining the fabric of his shirt. It had even began to ride up slightly, exposing a small amount of his treasure trail to the entire restaurant. And yet he didnât stop there. Juno ordered a fourth plate of food, hunger still persisting as he ordered another cheeseburger and a refill of his milkshake. And just like the previous plates of food, Juno gorged and ate until it all ended up inside of his tightly packed stomach, which had since forced him to slouch over due to how packed it was. He massaged his belly, almost in awe at how much he ate. His hands felt too good massaging his belly, and so he sat there and rubbed his tightly stuffed belly as it feebly rumbled.
Despite how much he had eaten, he couldnât shake the feeling that he was still just a little bit more hungry. And in almost no time, an entire apple pie was brought to him by an amazed Chris, who was beginning to get dizzy at how many trips he was making.
And so Juno got to work, forkfuls of pie slowly making its way inside of him. He had lost some of his momentum from earlier, but he couldnât just throw in the towel now, not after he tasted just how sweet the pie was. And so he slowly stuffed himself, stomach now becoming something Juno had to work around in order to grab another bite. He was acutely aware at just how tight his bloated midsection was, and yet he still loaded up his fork with the pie and continued to eat. It took significantly more time, but right as the sun finished setting, Juno finally swallowed the last bite of the pie. He couldnât help but immediately rub his tightly packed belly, the sheer amount of food inside pinning him down to the booth as he massaged his aching stomach. His shirt had risen quite some more, a hint of his belly button peeking out from where the fabric just couldnât contain his belly. His shirt was tight on his frame, straining and stretching around his bloated body. Juno couldnât even imagine how many calories heâd just shoveled inside. All he knew was how good it felt to massage his stomach, and how impossibly good his meal was. He burped, smiling to himself as his stomach began to digest his gargantuan meal.
Ever since Junoâs pig-out at that diner, he began to experience a few changes in his daily life. He was almost always hungry now, meaning his meals were slowly starting to grow larger. It started with just an extra slice of bacon for breakfast, but as time passed, all of his meals had grown in size, plus the addition of a midnight snack almost every night.
Of course, all the extra food Juno was eating was finally beginning to show on his body. His Saturday started off like any other Saturday. He woke up, made breakfast, and came into the bathroom to put his clothes on. His pants slid up his legs without a problem, but as he put his shirt on, he noticed that his shirt was clinging onto what appeared to be a new belly. Lifting up his shirt, he got the first good look of his midsection in a while. The abs that he worked so hard for were now buried underneath a soft little layer of belly fat. Hmph, he thought to himself, as he turned around and opened the last moving box in his bathroom. He dug through the box before he pulled out his scale. It still had batteries, so after setting it on the floor, he stepped on it, waiting for the number to appear.
194 pounds. Damn, I need to find myself a new gym here, Juno thought to himself as the scale confirmed that he had gained 30 pounds since he moved.
âGuess my bodyâs not used to not working out for so long,â he chucked to himself as he threw on a sweater to cover his new pudge. You canât even tell, he thought to himself, inspecting his reflection again. He was only partially correct.
Two months had passed since Junoâs mysterious encounter with the stranger in the woods, and his body had continued to grow. Any attempt to lose his beginner belly had died hard, but his impressive appetite had only continued to grow. As a result, Junoâs once small belly had now blown up to 247 pounds. Most of the new weight rested in his belly, clearly the fattest part of his body. It was surpassing the size of a ripe watermelon, making Juno constantly jiggle. His pecs had also grown considerably softer now, losing definition as they grew softer and heavier. His clothes were beginning to lose the fight against the constant growth of his belly, and only a few of his shirts remained that didnât make a sliver of soft belly hang out underneath it. He refused to acknowledge it, but he had been visited by The Bellyman.
Speaking of clothes not fitting, today Juno was on his way to the townâs clothes store to buy new clothes. Despite his denial of The Bellymanâs existence, one thing was glaringly impossible to deny: none of his clothes could cover his growing belly anymore. Wearing his baggiest sweater and some stretchy sweatpants, he parked in the almost empty parking lot and grabbed one last handful of fries from the paper fast food bag heâd bought earlier.
And as he hopped out of his car, it happened again. He looked up and there he was, standing at the opposite end of the street. The mysterious man from the diner, staring at Juno again. Juno blinked in confusion. Itâs definitely him alright, he thought to himself, same blue eyes, same hair, and same flannel shirt that was stretched by his massive belly looking back at him. He was smiling again, a cheerful smile, as his hands ran across his fat gut. Juno watched as The Bellyman rubbed his belly, before a cargo truck obscured his view. By the time it drove off, he was already gone, leaving Juno alone in the parking lot.
âThat guys quite a character, huh,â he thought out loud as he walked towards the department store. As he entered the air conditioned building, he walked over to the clothes department to look for roomier clothes. Wandering through the aisles, he grabbed a couple button-ups, as well as a sweater and a t-shirt, and made his way to the changing rooms. The salesperson showed him to an empty room, and after locking the door, Juno began to take his jacket off.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Heâd been neglecting the new diet heâd put himself on, which coupled with the harsh fluorescent lights above him, meant his now shirtless belly was looking rounder and bigger than ever. Juno sighed as he kneaded his belly with his free hand. I need to work on this thing, he thought to himself as he grabbed the first shirt from the stack of clothes.
Sliding the t-shirt over his head and down his body, Juno remarked at how the large baby blue shirt was already feeling smaller than he expected. He was undeniably getting fat, his belly pushing conspicuously against the fabric of the shirt. However, since it covered his entire body, he decided it was good enough for him, and he slid it off and put it aside.
And so the process began. Juno would grab a new shirt from the stack, squeeze it onto his soft body, remark at how fat he was getting, and take the shirt off. A couple of shirts were simply too small, either not covering his whole belly, or the buttons were straining too hard, and he set them aside in a separate stack.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Juno was down to his last shirt. He unceremoniously grabbed it from the small bench and opened the buttons, and slid his arms into the sleeves. He began to attach all of the buttons, working from the top down. After only a few buttons, his belly began to resist against the stretched fabric, but Juno persisted. Nothing he wasnât used to these days. After a bit of straining, Juno managed to button the next couple of buttons, but the button on the widest part of his belly was giving him even more trouble. No matter how hard he tried, the button just wasnât getting close enough to the other side of his belly. Sucking in his belly, Juno put all of his remaining arm strength into making the shirt fit. After a few moments of his fingers fumbling on the shirt, he felt as the button went though the hole, and he slowly removed his hands from the shirt. I knew it would fit, he smiled to himself as he relaxed his belly again.
And then it happened. He felt the shirt relax for a split second, before he heard the fabric creak, followed by a loud clack on the mirror as the button landed on top of the pile of clothes. For a few moments, he just mindlessly stared at the button, as his hand slowly migrated to the new hole in the shirt.
He couldnât believe it. A size L shirt, and he just popped a button on it. What the fuck? How big am I getting? he thought to himself as his hands felt up his newly exposed belly, peeking through the hole the button left behind.
âOh donât worry about that, big guy, it happens more often than youâd imagine,â the salesperson told Juno as he handed him the torn shirt, face flushing bright red. âGuess The Bellyman got to ya!â he joked, his own big gut shaking as he laughed at his joke.
Another wave of disbelief ran down Junoâs spine. He didnât do anything to me! Heâs not real! he thought to himself as he grabbed the new XL shirt the salesperson handed to him. After he paid for his new clothes, he left the store, immediately making plans with himself to work out more often.
After Junoâs second encounter with The Bellyman, heâd began to put on an almost unbelievable amount of weight. The exercise plan he came up with didnât even last a week, and the damage was quite obvious. In just over a month, his body managed to balloon past 300 pounds and sit at a healthy 328 pounds, all thanks to The Bellymanâs curse. This, of course, meant that his formerly pudgy body had now flourished into a wide, jiggly, round body that was only growing rounder by the day. Any muscle he had when he moved into town was now completely covered by a thick layer of fat. His body was still belly-heavy, his wide belly dominating his frame and growing dangerously close to bumping into doorways in his house. Heâd long since been able to see his cock, or anything below his massive belly for that matter, meaning that jacking off was beginning to become a bit of a problem. His moobs had only continued to grow softer and heavier, sagging slightly under their own weight. What was once a muscular ass had grown significantly softer, eating up the seat of his pants and making any chair he sat under creak. His eating had only multiplied in the recent months, and any attempt to lose the new weight only lasted for a few minutes before he quit, sweaty and out of breath. It was hard to believe that he had abs only a few months ago! He couldnât believe how fat heâd gotten. Despite the growing evidence, Juno still adamantly denied The Bellymanâs existence. Once I start working out and I watch what I eat, thisâll all melt off, he thought to himself as he drove home with a dozen donuts in the passenger seat.
As Juno grew older, Halloween became a decreasingly important holiday. He just wasnât able to party like he did in college anymore, meaning that tonight, Junoâs porch lights were on, and a bag of candy was sitting by his door, which he was absentmindedly snacking on. As the evening slowly turned into night time, the amount of kids knocking on his door gradually dwindled, until almost an hour passed since the last person knocked on his door.
Until just before midnight, right as Juno turned off his TV, he heard one last knock at the door. Probably some teenagers up late, he thought to himself as he waddled to the door.
What he wasnât expecting, however, was for The Bellyman to be on his patio when he opened the door. Junoâs eyes locked onto his piercing blue eyes, and a shiver shot down his spine. âWhat the-â
âDamn, I did a good job on you!â The Bellyman said in a deep voice as his eyes shot down to Junoâs belly, which was currently peeking out from under the old t-shirt he was wearing.
âWho are you?â Juno asked cautiously.
âI think you know who I am,â he responded, patting his own massive gut as he walked inside Junoâs house. âIâm that thing youâve been trying to ignore.â
Juno made eye contact with the mysterious man. The same piercing bright blue eyes looked back at him, and Junoâs mind raced as he remembered the times he saw him out on the town. Heâs the⌠oh my fucking god.
âWhy are you making me so fat?â Juno blurted out, his mind racing as he was confronted with the cold hard evidence: The Gainerman was actually real, and here he was, standing in his living room.
âWell,â he said, beginning to pace around Junoâs living room. âIt started off as just part of the deal,â he said slowly. âIn exchange for eternal life, every month I have to choose one man from town to fatten up,â he explained. âYou have no idea how many men before you Iâve turned into massive, hungry fatasses. And I really love when I get to curse someone so muscular like you were,â he added, smirking. âYou were just too tempting to pass up!â
âBut then something⌠peculiar happened.â he said, his tone growing more mysterious. âYou see, when I curse someone like you, they always blame me for their new fat. Itâs a lot easier to blame someone else and let yourself go than try and lose the weight!â he said, laughing. His massive gut jiggled hypnotically. âAnd over the years, Iâve grown to crave that infamy,â he said, his gaze darkening. âBut you⌠you didnât do that.â
âEven after I made you fat, you denied my existence. Denied what I did to you.â he said, poking a finger into Junoâs deep belly button. âAnd I couldnât have that. So, I did it again. I cursed you again, and made you grow even fatter. And yet, you still denied me, massive as you are!â he said, interjecting before Juno could speak. âSo, I decided to pay you a visit. Show you just how real I am. See if youâll finally believe me.â
Juno could barely believe it. That night at the diner. The shirt at the store. His failed diets. Everything came flooding back to his mind as he stared at The Bellyman. He was there every time, watching him, cursing him without him even knowing. The puzzle pieces all finally clicked together. âYou have to stop this,â Juno said, slapping his massive belly. âArenât I fat enough?â
âWhat do you mean, fat enough?â The Bellyman asked as he placed both hands on Junoâs belly, waves of pleasure darting across his belly where his hands were. Juno tried to stifle a moan, but failed. âYouâre still so small! Youâre nowhere near as big as Iâm planning for you, fatboy.â
And then, Juno felt it. Deep inside his belly, he felt as a warm, bubbly feeling began to grow inside of him. âWhatâs happening to me?â
âDo you feel it now?â The Bellyman smiled. âThe final part of my curse!â The sensation inside of Juno grew, and expanded across his body, from his belly and chest, across his arms, on his bulge and down his legs. As it grew stronger inside of him, he couldnât help but notice how⌠different he felt, but he couldnât place why. âWhat are you doing to me?â
âOh youâll see soon enough, fatass,â The Bellyman said, reveling in Junoâs confusion. âHope youâre wearing stretchy clothes!â
And then Juno felt it. As if his belly wasnât big enough already, he felt as his round belly slowly began to grow. As if by magic, he felt as his body slowly began to grow fatter by the second. Even without moving, he could feel himself take up more space as far began to accumulate on top of his body. âWhat the fuck?â he exclaimed, feeling as he slowly began to grow heavier. Pound after pound of brand new fat clung to his rounded form, fattening him up.
âYou thought you were fat before, huh?â The Bellyman grinned, jiggling Junoâs growing belly with his hands. Juno shuddered as another round of electric pleasure flooded his fat body, as more fat rested on his body. âJust you wait, fatty, youâve got a long ways to go,â he chuckled to himself as Juno struggled in vain to stop the wave of fat.
But nothing Juno could do would stop the curse. Juno felt as his clothes began to grow noticeably tighter on his expanding body, which was not showing any signs of slowing down. The seams in his shirt groaned as they were stretched by his growing belly, and his sweatpants creaked as more fat grew on his meaty thighs and ass. Juno looked down at his body, and he shuddered at just how much fat had already been deposited on his blubbery frame in just a short time. It looked like he had gained over 100 pounds, and yet still his body grew heavier and jigglier. His belly was catching up in size to the Bellymanâs massive gut, round and heavy and yet still growing. It was by far the fattest part of his body, growing and jiggling with each slight movement. His moobs were massive too, his now sensitive nipples rubbing against his receding shirt, growing hard at the touch. His love handles were expanding fast too, soft and jiggly around his fat belly. His ass was huge, stretching his sweatpants to the limit as the seams groaned at how much fat they were holding. Junoâs hands ran across his growing body to inspect the damage The Bellyman was causing, and he realized he couldnât reach his hands all the way around his belly anymore. And yet he still grew fatter, his entire body puffing outwards with every breath.
âYouâre growing so nicely, fatboy,â The Bellyman cooed into his ear, his own belly pushing into Junoâs. âPerhaps we ought to pick up the pace?â he smiled deviously as he rested his hand on the widest part of Junoâs belly.
âN-no!â Juno called out, but it was already too late. The bubbly feeling inside his entire body grew even stronger as a wave of blubber expanded his bloated body. This was too much for Junoâs legs, and after rocking in place for a few seconds, Junoâs globular body came crashing down, his padded ass landing squarely on the couch beneath him. The couch groaned and creaked under Juno. His massively obese belly forced his fat thighs apart, and began to rush forward to fill in all the space. He was growing at a much faster rate than before, his entire body surging forward as more and more fat padded his belly, and flooded his moobs.
Juno tried to stand up, but coupled with the sheer weight of his new body, and the ongoing wave of fat blowing him up, he couldnât get up from his couch. His belly was pinning him down, too heavy to be able to stand up. And yet he still grew, any chance of getting up buried under the never ending flow of fat that dominated Junoâs body. Defeated, he landed heavily back onto the couch again, his whole body jiggling rhythmically as he bounced in the seat. He could only sit back and watch as he grew rounder and heavier.
It was a miracle that his clothes hadnât ripped already, Juno thought, as he felt his body suffocate under the tight fabric that strained over his jiggling body. His shirt was tight as a glove, highlighting every new fold and curve on his fattening body, and his sweatpants were straining to cover his entire ass. However, considering that Juno had just gained over 200 pounds, there was no delaying the inevitable. His shirt lost the fight with Junoâs belly first, finally splitting down the seams, exposing his massive belly as it kept growing. His sweatpants followed suit not long after, leaving Junoâs massive body exposed as The Bellymanâs curse continued to fatten him up past anything Juno had ever seen before.
âWell look what happened here,â The Gainerman teased Juno as he continued to grow. âLook like someoneâs got too fat for his clothes!â
âPlease⌠just stop,â Juno begged, grabbing two handfuls of his belly and jiggling it. âIâll do whatever you want,â he pleaded.
âOh, Iâm not going to stop anytime soon.â The Gainerman laughed. âIn fact, I think Iâm going to use you as an example of what I do to men like you,â he continued. âMen who donât believe in what I can do to them!â he laughed. âIâm just going to leave you here, a fattened up warning to men like you,â he said, shaking Junoâs belly one last time before getting up.
âWait, no!â Juno yelled, but it was too late. He blinked and he was all alone. The Bellyman was gone, leaving Juno alone on his couch, still growing fatter and fatter and pinned to his couch by his impossibly big belly.
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