I write stories about slobs. I also accept suggestions for what to write and welcome comments. For more Info about me/the blog see here.
list of stories
Slob City (a neat, healthy guy moves to Slob City and struggles with the culture shock)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Wish Upon a Slob (tired of being told to be clean and tidy, a guy wishes he lived in a world of slobs)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Lee's story (a neat, fit guy gives in to his desires after moving in with a slob)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Bros With Benefits (two guys become friends and realise they're both happy being slobs. Will this 'bromance' develop into something more?)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Slobguy the slob superhero (in Slob City, the residents are terrorised by villains who seek to clean up the city. Slobguy, defender of mess and unhealthiness, must save the day)
Volume 1: Captain Health
Volume 2: The Cleaner
Volume 3: The Headmistress
Home Alone (three guys have the house to themselves and slip into slovenliness)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Wife on Strike (sick of cleaning up after her lazy husband, a wife decides to stop doing any chores until he changes his ways)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Superhero to Superslob (a superhero gets hit by a ray that slowly causes him to lose his powers and become a slob)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
sporco-filth's 100 Follower Crossover Special (characters from almost all my other stories meet in Slob City)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Gaining Followers (a personal trainer decides to do a fat-to-fit-to-fat challenge to help boost his follower count)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
The Tourist and the Truckdriver (a neat, polite tourist gets stranded in the middle of nowhere and has to hitch a ride with a slob truckdriver)
Part 1
Part 2
Halloween Costume Curse (an arrogant personal trainer dresses up as a fat slob for Halloween and gets cursed to actually get fat)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Shirtless Streamer Slob (a guy starts streaming to earn money, with some unintended consequences for his fit body...)
Story
Satin Touch (a cursed pair of underwear corrupts a young man)
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Unpopular (a jock becomes a nerd after a scandal causes him to lose all his friends)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Where Are They Now? (a series where I revisit old stories to see what the characters are doing since we last saw them)
Superhero to Superslob
Home Alone - Part 1
Home Alone - Part 2
The Tourist and the Truckdriver
Slob sitcom (a group of slobs who are friends and go on humorous and often gross misadventures) [character details]
Episode 1: The Finale
Episode 2: The Crush
Also, a list of tags I commonly use to categorise them:
My writing (for all stories and sometimes notes about them)
Slob (for things involving mess or filth in some way)
Burping
Farting
Weight gain (also covers fatness in general)
Snot (nose picking and so on)
Piss
Scat
Laziness (this is a bit vague and I don't use it much but I will if being lazy is a specific focus at some point)
Littering fetish (upon reflection, littering kink would be more accurate but I can't be arsed changing it now)
Unhealthy food (this is when the nutritional quality of food is a key feature, or if there's an emphasis on junk food etc. I don't really use it for stories but I thought I'd just include it)
Mysophilia (I don't use this for stories, but I do use it to tag pictures of dirty/messy places etc)
Slob Game
it's only in its demo stage (which you can download here)
Apologies this took so long. I've had a lot going on this past month and then this part ended up being pretty long so it took extra time to finish.
I want to make it clear, that this is not the end of the story, but I am probably going to take a bit of a pause from it to work on some other stories. So it does end in a way that could work as an ending.
Synopsis: it's the day after the bros had their first proper fuck. I don't think I really need to give more details if you've read this far already.
When Trystan opened his eyes, it took him a moment to realise he wasn't sleeping on the couch. The morning sun filtered in through the closed curtains and by its light he could see he was lying under more dirty laundry than blanket. He breathed in and the scent of Jared's sweat filled his nostrils. The memories of the night before returned to him in a wave and he felt his dick harden. He started to stroke it absent-mindedly, quickly noticing how sticky it felt. He remembered then that the two of them had fallen asleep almost immediately after coming, and that he hadn't even bothered to clean the cum and shit off his cock. He wiped his hand on the first piece of fabric he found—a sweaty, old tank top—and rolled over to look at his bro.
Jared was facing away from him, snoring heavily, the blanket tossed aside during the night, leaving his naked body out exposed. Trystan took in the view, eyeing Jared's plump arse in particular. His timing was perfect, because just then Jared let out a loud fart.
P-rrrrrrrrt!
Jared shifted his body slightly, but didn't wake up. Trystan sniffed the air, savouring the new addition to the room's melange of stink.
While he would have been content to lie there all day, Trystan had matters to deal with his own rear end. He heft himself out of the bed and, mindful not to trip on any of the discarded rubbish or crusty socks lying on the floor, shuffled out to the bathroom down the hall. He plonked his bum onto the porcelain of the toilet seat and groaned as he forced out a log of shit. It was an ordeal: the lack of fibre in his diet meant he'd been a little backed-up for a few days. Farts squeaked out of his arsehole, past the plug-like piece of crap as he tried to force it out. He could feel his hole being forced wider, the shit slowly sliding out. It hurt, but when he finally felt it exit him, he was left with an overwhelming sensation of relief and lightness.
"Fuck…" he whispered, resting his head back on the wall. He sat there for a moment, catching his breath.
He looked over to the toilet roll holder and saw there was nothing on it but a bare cylinder of cardboard. A check of the floor showed a pile of other, similarly bare, rolls sitting where the extra toilet paper was meant to be. Clearly, neither Jared nor Trystan had remembered to buy more. Trystan shrugged. Now wiping just meant he didn't have to worry about washing his hands. He stood up, and turned around to get a look at the monster shit that he'd expelled from his bowels.
'Damn,' he said, a little in awe of himself. 'I don't want to flush it: it deserves to be memorialised.'
He tried to remember where he'd left his phone, and, after finding it wedged between the sofa cushions, opened up the camera app.
'Jared needs to see this,' he said, sending him the photo.
Having made some room in his guts, Trystan headed to the kitchen for breakfast. In light of his successes in the bedroom and on the loo, he was in a good mood and decided he'd fry up some bacon and eggs. He pulled the frypan out from the pile of dishes in the sink, trying not to cause too much of a disturbance in the process, and scratched away some unknown residue with a spatula before getting to work. As he cooked, he could hear the noises of Jared getting up: yawning, ruffling through clothes, stumbling to the toilet. After a couple of farts and groans, there was a loud splash followed by the sound of piss hitting water. Trystan's phone buzzed on the counter next to him as he was turning off the heat. Jared had sent him a photo. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a photo of the toilet bowl, but now a second, larger piece of shit lay next to his. The phone buzzed again as a message came through: 'top that'.
Trystan picked the pan off the stove and headed to the table. He began to dig in, using the spatula in lieu of cutlery, when Jared walked in.
'Yo,' he said, scratching the underside of his gut.
'Mphf,' Trystan replied, mouth full.
Jared eyed the greasy bacon that Trystan was tearing apart like a wolf. 'Did you make enough for me too?'
Trystan swallowed, let out a belch, and continued eating.
'Well fuck you then,' Jared said, sticking his tongue out playfully. 'Maybe I won't take you out for the date I had planned tonight.'
'Huh?' Trystan asked, a spatulaful of egg halfway to his mouth. 'A date?'
Jared shrugged. 'Yeah, I was gonna take you out to dinner, but now I'm reconsidering…'
Trystan put down his food. Fucking his bro was one thing—you didn't have to be 'boyfriends' to fuck—but going on a date made it feel more… serious? Defined? He wasn't sure what, but it felt different.
But his thoughts were interrupted by Jared snatching a handful of bacon off his plate.
'Gotcha!' he cried, stuffing them into his mouth before Trystan could reply.
'Did you make up that crap about going on a date just to mess with me and steal my food?' Trystan asked.
'Maybe,' Jared said, standing up and wiping the grease off on his t-shirt, leaving an oily smudge. 'Or maybe I do have something planned.' He winked. 'You'll see when I'm done with work.
It was a long, slow day, and Trystan could have spent it pondering what Jared's mysterious 'date night' was going to be, but instead he let his brain melt to mush as he binge-watched eight hours of a sitcom from the 90s he'd watched like 50 times already. He slouched, a big bowl of buttery popcorn resting on his belly which he methodically worked his way through.
You know, he thought, licking salty butter off his fingers. It's like my body's adapting itself to my new lifestyle. He rummaged one hand through the bowl. My gut's now a mini table to hold my food… He picked up his can of Coke, took a sip and then rested it in on his chest. My moobs are like a cup holder… He gave his pudgy bum and feel, squishing the flab that spread out under his weight. And I've got all this soft padding to make it comfy to sit anywhere.
He picked out a piece of popcorn and tossed it up, trying to catch it with his mouth, but it bounced off his cheek and fell to the carpet. He tried to reach for it without getting, but it was too far and his gut was in the way.
OK maybe there are some things where it's a bit of a downgrade…
As he settled back in position, he saw Jared enter the room.
'Hey, it's date time,' he said smiling.
Trystan blinked in surprise. 'What time is it?'
'It's six,' Jared said.
'Already?'
'What? Do you still need to get ready?' Jared asked, looking at Trystan, who was dressed in a crumb-covered hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. Jared himself wasn't wearing anything fancier: he had tracksuit pants with a massive hole in one pocket and the same tank top he'd worn the day before (which Trystan realised, based on the stain along its side, was the one he'd wiped his dick with that morning).
'Nah, I'm ready like this,' Trystan said.
Jared chuckled. 'One of the benefits of going on a date with a guy, I guess: no waiting around for your girlfriend to finish putting on her make-up or trying on fifty billion dresses.'
'So, what do you have planned for tonight?' Trystan asked as they headed out to the car.
Jared hefted himself into the driver's seat. 'I'm taking you out for a romantic dinner,' he said, giving Trystan a wink. 'Fine dining, bro.'
'And can I have four large fries with that? And two McFlurries… No, actually make that three.'
'And the apple pie.'
'And one apple pie,' Jared said, leaning out towards the intercom. The screen next to it showed the long list of items they'd ordered.
'Will that be all?' a voice crackled from the speaker.
'No, we'll also have a frozen Fanta and a chocolate shake. Both large.'
After a bit of a wait, they were handed over their food, the scent of oily, fatty goodness emanating out and filling the car with its perfume.
'I'm starving!' Trystan said, digging into one of the bags, trying to find a cheeseburger.
'You were just stuffing your face full of popcorn before we left.'
'Yeah, that was just a warm-up. Now my stomach's ready for the real meal.'
'Well, it'll have to wait,' Jared said, snatching the bag out of his hands. 'We're going somewhere special to eat.'
Trystan groaned in frustration. 'It better be worth it…'
The car stopped at a secluded spot, off the beaten track. The headlights illuminated a few scattered piles of trash, but there wasn't much else in the clearing.
'What's so special about this place?' Trystan asked. 'It looks like a dump.'
'Yeah, but it's got one thing that makes it great.'
'Huh?'
Jared opened the McDonald's bag and pulled out a burger. 'No one comes out this way.' He unwrapped the Big Mac and leaned over to Trystan. 'You said you're starving, right? So come on, open up.'
Trystan did as he was told, because, well, he was starving. He chomped down on the burger, moaning in pleasure as its meaty, carby goodness spread over his tongue. He reached into the bag and grabbed a fistful of fries, still warm, which he fed to Jared. The two of them quickly descended into a bacchanal of mutual stuffing.
By the third burger, Jared was already commenting on how full he was feeling. Trystan grabbed the hem of his bro's top and pulled it off his head, revealing his taut belly underneath. He placed a hand on it, feeling its tight surface, and rubbed it gently with his oily fingers.
'Had enough?' he asked.
Jared shook his head. 'Nah, I can fit more in.' He grimaced. 'Just… a little further down if you could… BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLCCCCCCHHHHH! Whooo! That's it!' He sighed and leaned back. 'That freed up some space.'
He grabbed one of the McFlurries, ate some and then scooped up another spoonful, holding it out for Trystan to eat. His aim wasn't perfect, and the creamy dessert slopped over Trystan's lips, but neither of them cared. They were well, well past stage of giving a fuck about manners or appearances.
Trystan gave Jared a kiss, their lips sticking together as they pulled apart. Jared licked at the sugary residue that he'd left behind and looked at Trystan with a hunger separate to the one that had consumed them during their stuffing.
Without a word, both of them knowing exactly what the other wanted, Trystan took off his hoodie and tossed it into the back seat. He grabbed another burger with one hand and reached into Jared's pants with the other. He bit into the burger, grunting with his mouth full as he stroked Jared's dick.
'Unf,' Jared moaned. He opened his mouth and, recognising the request, Trystan held the burger out for him to take a bite of it. His teeth bit down right where Trystan's bite mark was, his saliva still dripping off it.
Jared took hold of Trystan's love handles, running his hands over their soft curves. While he did so, Trystan grabbed the lever of the car seat and made it lie flat. Then, he pulled Jared forward, so he was on top of him.
Jared leaned down and locked his lips with Trystan, their tongues writhing in their mouths, digging up crumbs of bread and globules of meat from the other's teeth.
They separated again, and Trystan took in deep, hungry gulps of breath. Jared's mouth, ravenous, wet-lipped, flushed red, flicked into a grin.
'Turn around,' he said.
Trystan did just that, offering his rear up to Jared who pulled down his shorts to reveal his bare arse.
'You ready?' he asked.
Trystan let out a faint laugh. 'I guess.'
'It hurts a bit,' Jared said, but damn, it felt good.'
He ran his hands up Trystan's back, giving him shivers as his fingers tickled his soft body. Then, he felt a pain in his arsehole as Jared's cock entered it. It was a strange sensation, but the anticipation of what should come excited him.
Jared's hand reached out in front of his face, bearing another burger.
'Here,' he said. 'Eat up.' His words were garbled by a mouth full of food. Crumbs scattered onto Trystan's back and into the car seat's seams.
Trystan took a bite, and then took the burger from Jared's hands. As the thrusts increased in speed and intensity, Trystan's mind was flooded with the dual pleasures, leaving him in a transcendental state of hedonistic bliss.
He swallowed the final bite just as he felt the rush of his orgasm run through him. For a brief moment he felt like every pleasure receptor in his body was on at once.
BEllll-lllcchhhh…
He wasn't sure if that had come from him or Jared, and he didn't care.
They collapsed into a sweaty pile, panting from the effort.
'Damn…' was all Jared could say.
'Pass me the apple pie,' Trystan said.
Jared grunted as he stretched his arm out, rummaged through the bag and handed the pie over.
Trystan took a bite. In his state of post-coital euphoria, his tongue was awakened to every note of flavour and sweetness.
Jared eased himself up into a sitting position and sipped at the last dregs of his frozen Fanta. 'That felt so good, dude.' He leaned back and rubbed his belly. 'Ugh now I'm really stuffed…'
Trystan popped the last bit of pie into his mouth. 'You know,' he said between chews. 'I've always wanted to combine sex with food.'
'It's the two most primal hungers, right?' Jared said, nodding. 'We need to do it again next time.'
'Totally.'
Jared noisily sucked at the last dregs of his drink, then, opening the car window, he casually tossed it out. 'You ready to go?'
Trystan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'Yep.'
Jared opened up the door and kicked out the detritus of their stuffing-cum-fuck, and as they reversed out, Trystan could see the trash they'd left behind: wrappers, empty plastic cups, scrunched-up bags. It was a physical manifestation of their dedication to pleasure and self-satisfaction above all else.
He looked over to Jared who was shifting the car into drive and gave him a devilish grin. Ahead of them was a life without any rules restraining them, a life of food, fucking and filth.
And this was still just the beginning of it.
What advice do you have for someone who would like to start gaining weight?
Just completely give in. be completely honest about who you want to be. Eat for 3 people out in public let everyone know what you are. And what your going to turning into. Start dressing like a bum wear the comfiest clothes sweatpants basketball shorts crocs and socks or slides and wear that everyday. So everyone knows you're giving up/giving in. Plus it feels good. Start chugging ice cream or heavy cream everyday eat candy cakes everything. Drink alot of sugar soda. You only live once live how you want to live. Trust me it feels so fucking good the whole lifestyle everything.
Six months of no showers. Constantly wearing the same underwear for days and for her she will switch between the same three pair of underwear for weeks she don’t give af fr. It’s been a hot fucking summer she has been beyond ripe we don’t really care about deodorant but will put it on just to sweat through to get that sweet musty smell.
We will definitely wear the same pair of socks for like a week straight with no fucks given. We still have the piss tote but it’s already so heavy a filled up just a tiny bit but I missed pissing on the floor so of course there is stale piss right next to it.
I fucking love hoarding my trash. Big black bags filling up with all our junk makes my tdick so damn hard. Even more though just cans and bottles and small bags of trash that can’t handle how much crap Im shoving in there ugh fuck.
We have fucked outside naked twice at an abandoned high school lot of overgrown weeds, trash and broken debris everywhere and we just strip because we are horny and sweating.
I’m ready to fuck in a dirty ass bathroom though yall talk about not making messes in bathrooms for someone else to clean up. But look at this what if the bathroom is nasty asf and already trashed it’s not like you making it any worse than it already is might as well trash it more idk.
We just love fucking anywhere we can, we are definitely going to push past six months might do a whole year of no showering we don’t want to get rid of all our musky hard work.
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It started with “just a burger.” Then it became every day. Now I eat before work, get fed again on my lunch break, and still spend the rest of the day thinking about my next meal.
My belly is outgrowing my shirts. My buttons are hanging on for dear life. Every week I tell myself it’s the last time, but the drive thru always pulls me back in.
This isn’t just a cheat meal anymore, it’s become my routine. Addiction and binge eating have taken over my life.
McDonald’s. Every day. Every craving. Every excuse.
Let’s see how much further this appetite can take me 🍟🍔
God it would be fun to play games with a bunch of people who have no shame about how loudly they're belching into the mic, myself included
Burping semi-quietly and saying "excuse me!" To be polite when someone chimes in with "that was nothing!" Only to *buuuuuUUUUURP!* even louder, with a laugh and "THAT was a burp."
Interrupting a tense moment in a match where we're all trying to survive with a huuuuge belch (which of course would throw me off/fluster me and I'd probably die)
Casually burping mid conversation ("So are we *buuuurp* gonna start another game or what? Hey, I just *uuurp* started playing something new we should try!) and not even acknowledging it 😍 Or if they DO acknowledge it, it's because they're cocky and smug about the fact they keep burping ("what? I drink a lot of soda!") and maybe they even love belching to annoy their friends or make them laugh (or tease in my case)
I looove love love keeping a bottle of soda next to me while I game, it's so incredibly enjoyable to just let em fly without a care
God that's so true, a burpy discord call while gaming could kill me...
One-upping each other about their belches until the whole call turns into an incoherent mess of people burping and laughing about it? Bring it to me now.
Or someone being especially gassy mid-game, so much that they let out a whole rumbling monster of a belch and make someone else stroke their ego with a surprised reaction - "Oh my god, what the hell was that?"
The best part of going to the gym, for me, is feeling like I'm too fat and lazy to actually be good at it. I just love the struggle of being too heavy and not athletic enough to do all the exercises, and honestly what really makes me push myself in the gym is thinking: the stronger I get, the fatter I can be without my body complaining. I even go to the gym wearing shirts that make my belly very visibly round and show up when I stretch my body. I want people to look at me and not only know I'm fat, but also judge me over how I'm not even hiding it or trying to camouflage it a little
But in the end, it all comes down to me thinking about what I'm gonna stuff myself with after I'm done with the exercises. I think about it even before I go to the gym, but the more I stay there, the more I fantasize about my belly stuffed to the limit and me burping like a fucking hog, even though I absolutely never go to the gym without having a proper meal beforehand. Also, I belch a lot while in the gym due to my belly full of food, I even got used to letting out some big ones when the music's too loud for people to be sure if they really heard me belching or if it's just the ambient music.
So yeah, I do all my training think about stuffing my gut like a pig, with my belly already full, and what gets me aroused is realizing I'm really just a lazy slob trying to be fit and being terrible at it, but too dumb and distracted by my own horniness to even see it
I love being a hungry pig, I love that I'm that much of a lazy slob, and being such a hog in public only makes me wanna be a disgusting gassy fat pig even more
