Chubbed Up Jock
Jaden’s dorm room glowed purple-pink from his LED strips, the perfect thirst-trap lighting. Shirtless, black Nike Pro shorts riding low on his V-line, the 21-year-old cocky lacrosse stud angled his phone against a stack of textbooks and hit record.“Yo, what’s good, fam?” he smirked, popping his pecs, running a hand through his dark curls, then hitting the classic “slow flex and bite lip” combo. “Y’all know the vibes—gains never sleep.” He replayed the clip, nodded approvingly at his own reflection, then strutted off-screen to grab a different pair of shorts for the next take.That’s when Fatso floated in through the wall, invisible, belly jiggling like blue jello.
“HUBBA HUBBA!” the big ghost boomed to himself, eyes wide. “Look at this pretty boy, in love with his own reflection. Thinks he’s hot shit, huh? Time to take this cocky little stud down about fifty pegs… and add ’em straight to his waistline.” Fatso grinned, phased straight into Jaden’s phone, and waited.
Jaden came back, tapped record again, and struck a side-chest pose. The screen glitched hard. Static. Then the image on his phone… changed.The reflection staring back wasn’t the ripped lacrosse jock anymore. It was a soft, chubby version of himself—round cheeks, thick neck, heavy gut hanging over the waistband, moobs spilling to the sides. “What the fuck…?” Jaden muttered, smacking the side of the phone. “Some dumb filter?”He lifted his actual shirtless torso—no change. Still carved. He looked back at the screen.The chubby version smirked, and a deep, familiar voice rolled out of the speakers.“This is gonna be you in about ten seconds, fleshie."
The screen shattered outward like liquid. Fatso’s huge ghostly head burst from the phone, mouth stretched impossibly wide, and charged straight at Jaden’s open, shocked mouth. “NO—WHAT THE—MMMPHH!” Fatso slammed in head-first. Jaden’s cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk. A wet, rubbery SCHLOOOOOORP echoed as the ghost’s shoulders wriggled down that tight throat, neck stretching like a snake swallowing a beach ball.
“UUNNGHH—STOP—GET OUT—” Jaden gurgled, hands clawing at his neck. Fatso just laughed inside him, voice muffled. “Relax, pretty boy, just makin’ some room!” The possession crawled forward. Fatso’s arms poured into Jaden’s, forcing them to flex involuntarily—then soften, biceps rounding out with new padding. His legs thickened next, lacrosse thighs turning into meaty hams. Jaden’s hands flailed out of his control, slapping his own chest as his pecs sagged into heavy, juicy moobs. But the real show was the belly.Fatso’s massive gut surged forward, inflating Jaden’s flat stomach like a balloon on a helium tank. A loud, sloshing GLORP-GLORP-GLORP filled the room as six-pack vanished under a smooth, heavy dome that kept growing, pushing out past his pecs, hanging over the waistband of those black shorts until the drawstring snapped.
Jaden’s eyes were wide with panic, tears forming, but his body kept moving on its own—rubbing the new gut, giving it proud little pats, squeezing the soft overflow. And then, lower down, a surprise bonus. Fatso’s ghostly cock and balls finally slithered in, cramming into Jaden’s own package. The front of the Nike shorts tented obscenely, then ripped at the seams as a thick, heavy, nine-inch monster flopped out, balls swollen to orange-size, swinging between thickened thighs.
Fatso’s deep laugh rolled out of Jaden’s mouth now, no trace of the lacrosse bro left in the voice. “Hubba hubba! Look what I did to ya, hot shot!” The possessed stud waddled to the full-length mirror, belly jiggling with every step. He grabbed two handfuls of new gut and shook it, watching it wobble.“Damn, kid had room for the whole buffet!” He turned sideways, admiring the shelf of ass now straining the remains of those shorts. “And this cake? Nice and thick!” He peeled off the shredded shorts, kicked them aside, and flopped onto Jaden’s bed. One hand stroked the brand-new fat cock, the other kneading a heavy moob. “This dick feels so full, man… never had one this big when I was alive!” Minutes later he roared, thick ropes painting that swollen belly white. He scooped some up, licked it clean, then lumbered to the mini-kitchen, raiding every drawer—cold pizza, protein brownies, a half-gallon of ice cream—chomping and belching happily.
Hours blurred. Fatso flexed in the mirror again, kissed a bicep that was now buried under soft padding, and grinned.“Best ride yet.” Then the lurch came.Inside, Jaden’s consciousness stirred, fighting back. The body tensed. A deep presure built in the gut. “Oh no ya don’t, fleshie—” Too late. With a wet, rubbery sound like a balloon deflating, Fatso’s tail shot out of Jaden’s thickened ass, followed by the rest of him—arms, belly, head—squeezing out in one long, sloppy reversal. The massive gut deflated slightly but stayed chubby; the pecs stayed heavy; the cock and balls stayed huge. Fatso popped free with a final PLOP, floating upside-down, belly still jiggling.“ Thanks for the ride, tubbo! Enjoy the new you!” He vanished through the wall. Jaden blinked awake on the floor, head pounding. He staggered to the mirror. The reflection staring back was still him… but soft, chubby, belly hanging, moobs swaying, cock absurdly large between thicker thighs. He opened his mouth to scream. Nothing came out. His eyes rolled back and he dropped like a sack of potatoes, out cold on the carpet, surrounded by empty food wrappers and one very broken phone.
