Please please please let some witch cast a weight gain spell on me
I dont even care why they did it, if they knew or if its punishment or something.
I just want to feel myself swell instantly, to feel all of me fill up.
For my thighs to thicken and touch completely,
To feel my arms puff up and push against the sleeves of my shirt,
My ass pushing me up further and messing with my center of balance
The new gut im growing to ride my shirt up
And for my new udders to turn that shirt into a crop-top
To completely in a short bit go from light and spry to all heavy jiggle and lumbering
Their body quaked softly, rhythmically. Thighs spread wide apart, yet so bloated that they may as well have been pressed together, they bucked their hips in time with the toy that pumped steadily inside them.
Touching themselves had become too difficult of late. Their arms struggled to reach past the hill of a gut that jutted out in front of them. Grinding against their pillow? Exhausting. Using their imagination simply wasn't enough to get them off. So it was with a sense of frustration and desperation that they finally caved and ordered the thrusting toy from a somewhat sketchy website. Their horny, porn-rotted brain barely registered anything on the site beyond "HANDS-FREE ORGASM" and "BIGGER PLEASURES". That was enough for them to buy it.
Setting it up, they struggled to read the garbled text on the instructions. "ENGAGE BUTTON FOR LIPID INJECTOR" made no sense to them and at this point they were too pent-up to think too hard about it. Positioning it between their ample, shaking legs, they turned it on. It slid slowly inside them, filling them, making them gasp softly and fall back onto their bed, then slid back out.
Immediately hungry for more, they grabbed the remote that came with it, turning up the speed. The toy picked up the pace instantly, the pneumatic whir of its internal workings growing louder. Throwing their head back, moaning, they felt their entire body jiggle and quiver. This toy had some impact to it! Caressing their swollen belly, they gave in to the thrusting.
It wasn't long before they came, the incessant pumping drawing out an intense, prolonged orgasm. Panting, sweating, their breath ragged and heavy, they sat up, watching the toy continue thrusting into them. Gripping the remote tightly in their hand, they squashed the buttons randomly in their doughy palm.
A warm, thick sensation suddenly shot inside them, making them fall back onto their pillows. The pump-pump-pump of the toy became almost unbearably intense, and they suddenly felt too heavy to move away from it. In horror, they could see their belly rising, expanding suddenly. The same was happening to their limbs, an unstoppable, fatty bloat that increased with each deep, hard thrust.
Their mind scrambling, panicking, they then realised what "LIPID INJECTOR" might mean. This toy was pumping them with fat! The aggressive pounding inside of them, forcing fatty fluids into their body, making each inch of flesh swell, was almost too much to even comprehend. Panting harder, sweat dripping from their pores, they attempted again to pull away, but with no luck. Their body had become too heavy to move. They could only lay there, moaning, cumming and expanding. Their double chin quadrupled, burying their neck, bouncing in rhythm with the toys ceaseless thrusts. No longer could they see past their engorged breasts and now mountainous belly. Their arms and legs, ballooning in size, kept them pinned in place, spread wide as this machine kept its pace, unfeeling, unthinking, only doing as its programming commanded.
The last thing they could remember seeing, before passing out, was the instruction leaflet beside them, with the words, "NO REFUNDS, FATTY" written on it.
Skinny prince from a strict upbringing fated to be wed off to a neighboring kingdom to make a political alliance and what not...
Only for the kingdom to be raided by a dragon and the prince absconded with! The dragon wanting a royal to be the center piece of their treasure horde decides to keep the snobby royal despite their protests about the state of their mountain cavern home.
The dragon does notice a few things about the prince particularly their weight which even for a human seems to be lacking... are they sick?
They start to deliver the prince food but given the dragon isnt exactly familiar the human dietary requirements the portions are always huge.
Soon enough the prince is massive having outgrown their fancy nightgown and now simple lounges atop a pile of gold in nothing but expensive jewelery and gems the dragon gifted to "mark" the prince as his own prized possession. Eventually they'll be thr biggest piece in the dragons collection lounging on mountains of loot or snuggled up against the dragon whenever its cold...
The Fattening Pill. It was something you had considered for a while. The effects were labelled as 'short-term' and therefore the curiosity that you had was easier to bite into, in every sense. Besides, these things never seemed to be 100% anyway - the human body is such a complex thing. It was hard to imagine what the outcome would be of such a measly looking thing. Perhaps it was a joke that started by some random fatphobe online.
Needless to say - you didn't need convincing. You figured it would lower your metabolism, or perhaps induce hunger. Nothing major.
Although, the effects took place almost instantly. As expected, induced hunger, which was rather convenient being as you'd ordered the most you ever had for such an occasion. If anything, it was to test this pill.
You started with a burger, which seemed to go in seconds, with the same pit in your stomach as you finished. It was no big deal. You moved onto the second burger, different from the last but roughly the same size. It hit a little, although the satisfaction only made you hungrier. The fries that followed were eager handfuls, covering your hands with salt and dirtying your already messy lips with more evidence.
You lean back, feeling the weight of yourself more than the fullness of the meal itself. You seem softer. Wider. Your thighs were touching more, you thought, although it was hard to tell with your belly blocking the view. You're definitely larger, significantly so, although it doesn't do much besides make you hungrier.
You decide to sate yourself with sips of coke, a full bottle that you had on standby for the sake of this experiment. You hadn't expected it to work. Certainly not like this. For whatever reason, you're tired, the kind of tired you'd feel when you're full - yet you're not. You're still desperately hungry to a point where you'd be arousingly concerned if not for the tiredness.
You sit yourself up fully, shuffling to the edge of the bed and standing. Already, you feel it. The weight of yourself is undeniable, with your arms softer and sinking onto your sides. Your hips feel expanded on each side, holding you down yet shifting your balance. You're unsteady and perhaps you should sit back down. Perhaps you would if you didn't feel so hungry.
So, you walk to the fridge. You're slower, sluggish. As you'd expect, really. Of course you're aware of it, but it doesn't stop you from your objective. Before you know it, you're at the fridge, conveniently topped up with everything. That was a dangerous move for someone in your predicament.
Already, as you reach out for a snack, you feel the fabric of your shirt lift. By reflex, you pull down, only to notice it doesn't cover everything. Looking down, it's different. Your belly stretches out far and although you can't see it, you can brush your hand against the exposed skin. You've grown, undeniably. Growing, even. As much as you'd love to watch, you're hungry.
You pull out the most typical thing you can, a half eaten cake - one that's supposedly meant to serve 24. It was originally from your birthday and no one seemed to enjoy being as hedonistic as you. Understandably, there were leftovers. Perhaps there was a part of you that prayed there would be.
A fork is conveniently placed on the plate, the one you've used to snack at it these past few days. It's convenient and simultaneously dangerous for your predicament.
You feel aware with each bite, noting how it adds to you. Your shirt stretches more so, lifting by itself as you continue. You get into the habit of taking a bite, then tugging down your shirt, almost as if you're testing it.
Your shorts are in a similar predicament, lowered under your hips and ridden up your thighs, digging into your sides and curling up to the point of being more so underwear than shorts at this point. They're stretched tightly, clinging to your figure and outlining your ass that, despite being unable to see, you know has gotten bigger.
You wonder when you'll be satisfied as you near the end of the plate, enamoured with just how much you've eaten - a combination of excited, impressed and scared. You've eaten so much and yet, there's room.
By the last bite, you sigh. You lean towards the counter, reaching out to hold yourself up and finding your belly press into it like it hadn't done before. You take up more space than before, more than you could have imagined.
You wonder how long this will last. You consider continuing, despite your shocking size. Could you grow more? What exactly were the limits? How did you even get here, holding yourself up against the kitchen counter and being twice your size since...When again?
Blood is not actually a very efficient way to get calories in, so it would make sense that vampires would be very thin.
However, consider that a vampire may be able to eat human food, it just packs twice the caloric load for them.
Consider that, in their bloodlust, they often drink so much blood that their stomach stretches and their middle can be quite distended.
This sets up the scene for our vampire that falls in love with a human.
To hide the fact that they are a vampire, they go out for food and eat with their date. Somehow, regular food tastes more vibrant to the vampire when they are with them. They order a large pizza to share, and the vampire is encouraged by their date to eat some more.
“You look hungry.” They say.
The vampire is more than willing to accept a few extra slices, and with their blood-binge stretched stomach, they have the room.
The couple goes to the movies, and using a coupon, order two extra large popcorns and pops. They arrive early, so they wait during the pre-show by chatting and having popcorn. The vampire feels so lucky to have met a human who they feel normal with. The human, none the wiser that they are currently dating a vampire, likewise feels lucky to have met their date. As the movie starts, the two shift their attention to the screen. After a while, the vampire’s hand touches the bottom of their popcorn bucket. Their date graciously offers their bucket, saying that they are done. The vampire accepts the mostly full bucket of popcorn, and before the film is finished, the bucket is empty. The vampire washed down the salty snacks with their pop and became aware of the tightness pushing against their waistband. They were wearing form fitting outfit, neatly tailored in dark blue and black. Getting up after the film, they somewhat self consciously position the two empty buckets in front of their middle. Once the couple exit, they have to dispose of the buckets and they are exposed. The vampire was used to being distended after blood binges, but it was never in the company of others. The vampire hovered their hands in front of their middle, trying to obscure the indulgent sight. But their date noticed immediately, and softly took one of their hands into their own.
“Would you like to grab a late night snack?” They asked.
“I thought you were full?” The vampire questioned.
“I was, but I feel a little peckish now. And you seem pretty hungry.”
The vampire blushed as deeply as their condition would allow, and unconsciously places their spare hand on their distended middle. They agreed, eager to please their date, and still feeling like they had a bit more room.
The pair begin to see each other more frequently, once a week, twice, three times, every other day, until they are visiting with each other almost everyday. After around two months of dating, the human invites the vampire to their house to make a meal kit for dinner together. The human slices their finger on a mandolin. The human rinses their hand, but before they can place a bandage on it, the vampire gently takes their hand. They lift it up to their mouth and gently lick the bleeding wound. They do not do so in thirst, but to simply to taste and bond with their date. The human initially finds the action disquieting, but they see a look of care in their date’s eyes. For a moment, the rims of their date’s irises seem to bloom with red, but the sight quickly vanishes. Charmed by the sensitivity, the human moves their hand to the side of their date’s face and they go in for a sweet kiss on the lips. The vampire’s slow heart spikes with glee, and they smile, returning with a peck on the human’s nose. The pair finish cooking and eat their dinner, and then retire to the couch to talk. The human has a growing suspicion about their date, one that seems impossible. Any speculation is brought to end by said date’s stomach growling loudly. The meal kit was perfectly portioned for two sensibly sized dinners, leaving no leftovers. The human giggles, looking their date up and down. When they first met, their date had a waist that seemed impossibly small. After having large meals, their waist swelled in size. But now, their skinny waist looked more natural, pressed tight against their tailored clothes.
“Sounds like an empty cavern.” They said. And then, after weighing the situation. “Can I feel?”
The vampire tinged the most colour they could produce. The human laid their hand on their stomach, lightly smoothing their hand over their shirt. Their stomach growled again. The vampire did not feel thirst for blood, they had had their fill yesterday and would not need to drink more until tomorrow. For some reason, their stomach wanted regular food. Perhaps it was psychological, because the vampire wanted food, and more than anything, to do so with their date. Their stomach growled yet again, and their date giggled again. It wasn’t a regular giggle, there was something else threaded in with it. Their date didn’t just find it funny, they liked it.
“Should I order us something a little extra?” They asked, pressing into the vampire’s middle a bit. The vampire felt arousal, and readily agreed.
The vampire had to obtain new clothing, for not only was their waist beginning to grow plush with a growing layer of padding, but their binges of food, encouraged by their lover, swelled their stomach ever larger. It was an unspoken truth among them that the human knew that they were a vampire. The vampire never verbally confirmed it, but the human teased them.
“You better eat all this.” They would say. “I don’t want to end up being your midnight snack!”
They began sleeping in the same bed once a week. The vampire’s home was a rather dingy and cramped basement, so they mostly spent time at the human’s apartment. The couple first made love a few days after they made the meal kit at the human’s place. The vampire felt more stimulated than they had in years, and the human dug their fingers into their middle. It was barely a pooch, but it felt like ecstasy. The human would wrap their arms around the vampire’s middle and give them shakes and pats. The vampire too was touching their body with newfound interest.
The pooch grew into a paunch, and the vampire noticed their arms, legs, and buttocks were also growing softer. The once razor sharp features of their face muted, and they more easily tinged with colour. They ate whatever their lover provided for them, eager not only to make them happy, but to please themself. After five months of dating, the paunch began to droop and became a small belly. A second chin was forming on their jawline, and their lover peppered it with kisses. Indeed, there were few parts of the vampire that were not kissed on the daily.
“There’s more of you to love.” The human would say. “And I love every inch of you.”
The vampire took to wearing more flowing, loose outfits, purely from a viewpoint of practicality. They assumed they would only continue to grow, and thus they did not wish to invest too much into new clothes that they would soon grow out of. The vampire’s belly continued to grow, and their limbs swelled. They developed a full second chin, and their neck was thickening. The knuckles on their hand were dimpling, and their fingers thickened. Their chest grew in step, previously so flat. The drooping of their belly increased as it pushed itself outwards in all directions. Love handles, gripped so often by their lover, became more and more pronounced. They loved going out with their human love. They were so slight in comparison, it made the vampire’s transformation all the potent.
Your POV character is the personal “blood bank” for a rather heavyset vampire— who also likes their prey to have some fat on them because they claim it “makes them taste better.”
3. "Be careful when you go into the woods—apparently there's a witch living in a house made entirely of candy!"
(I’ll be the first to admit, this one was a bit of a toughie, but hey, nothing like a challenge!)
(Warnings: implied kidnapping)
She had always found the notion of there being a candy house in the middle of the woods a rather ridiculous one. It sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale— and besides, it was just impractical! Who would even want to live in a candy house, witch or not?
These thoughts were going through her mind as she trudged through the woods on one of her weekly hikes, the warning her mother had given her sticking out in the back of her mind. She scoffed at the idea and pressed on— there was no way she was going to let such a stupid story get in the way of her routine.
This was all but forgotten when she suddenly stumbled upon a clearing— and there it was, a rather large house that seemed to be entirely made out of sweets, a chubby woman sitting on the porch and greeting her with a wave.
“Help yourself!” The lady said, extending her arm toward the house. “I don’t mind sharing!”
*For a moment, she was rather unsure what to do— the last thing she had expected to happen was to actually come across the house from the stories— but she caved, deciding to kneel down and break off part of the chocolate walkway to pop it into her mouth.
Her tongue was suddenly overflowing in the richness of the chocolate, making her eyes widen as she gasped in delight. It was the best sweet she had ever tasted! With a newfound vigor, she quickly walked toward the house, breaking off pieces to greedily stuffed into her mouth.
The woman on the front porch smiled to herself. These silly wanderers fell for the same trick every time: she would stuff them silly, invite them to stay the night, and over the course of a few weeks, she’d cause them to pile on the weight. They would only ever realize what they had done to themselves when they were too fat to escape. She was more than happy to add a new piggy to her collection— and the girl looked like she was enjoying herself, so why stop her?
Tfw u think of a fantasy au where all the knights and nobility and other wealthy people have become very overreliant on a widespread spell that you use to hide your chub.
Its gotten to the point where everyone knows full well that any well off person you see is probably a minimum of fifty pounds bigger than they seem, but its considered super impolite to question their "real" weight.
It used to just be a temporary solution while you get into shape for real, but now the wealthy don't even bother with that. They'd rather just keep gorging themselves, no longer seeing the point in bothering to be skinny for real. And it does actually change your dimensions, but it can't make you actually weigh less, so sometimes you see someone who looks thin breaking chairs and making the floors creak loudly if they arent in a place well suited for their true weight.
