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What do you think, if he starts having good manners right away will he turn back? Or is every temptation going to wear him down, causing him to become more and more a pig until humanity is only a dim memory?
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What do you think, if he starts having good manners right away will he turn back? Or is every temptation going to wear him down, causing him to become more and more a pig until humanity is only a dim memory?
Lounging after a long week of stuffing is the most wonderful feeling. Can someone help feed me until I fill out the entire sofa...?
"Critical Change"
(If you guys have good pictures for the tf send them in and I'll pit them in and tag whos in them :p)
Matt was the kind of guy who didn’t get caught up in nerdy stuff. Tall, lean, and more focused on hitting the gym than hitting the books, he barely knew the difference between Dungeons & Dragons and Call of Duty. So, when his friend dragged him into a local gaming shop, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Come on, man,” his buddy Ryan said, pulling him toward a shelf stacked with game books, dice, and all sorts of nerdy shit. “I just need to grab a couple of things for the campaign this weekend.”
Matt sighed, glancing around the store at the rows of miniatures and colorful dice sets. His eyes landed on a display of D20s, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. He picked one up, an oversized, red die with gold numbers etched on it.
“Dude, what do you even do with this junk?” Matt asked, holding the die up to Ryan, who chuckled.
“You roll them. It’s like the cornerstone of every game. You know, a D20 is supposed to decide your fate.”
Matt snorted. “Yeah, sure. It’s just a die.”
He rolled it casually on the counter, watching as it landed on a natural 20. Ryan whistled. “That’s some serious luck, man. Too bad you’re not into this stuff.”
Matt shrugged and slipped the D20 into his pocket, figuring he’d keep it as a joke or maybe even toss it on his desk at home. As he followed Ryan around the shop, something strange began to stir in the back of his mind, but he brushed it off.
On the way out, he spotted a cheesy graphic tee hanging by the door—bright red with pixelated lettering that read “Roll for Initiative!” He scoffed, but for some reason, his hand reached out to touch the fabric.
“Classic nerd shirt,” he muttered to himself, but the moment his fingers brushed the cotton, a weird tingle ran up his arm. He shook it off and left the store with Ryan, unaware of the subtle changes already starting.
That night, Matt was sprawled out on his couch, scrolling through his phone when he absentmindedly reached into his pocket and pulled out the red D20. He rolled it on the coffee table again, watching it spin before landing on another 20.
“Lucky again,” he muttered, but something felt… off. His skin felt itchy, especially around his arms and chest. He rubbed at it, realizing with mild alarm that there was more hair there than he remembered. Shrugging it off as stress or a weird hormonal thing, Matt got up to check his fridge.
He grabbed a soda, but when he popped it open, the taste was all wrong. It wasn’t refreshing like usual—he craved something sweeter, heavier. He dug around in the back of his fridge and found a bottle of cheap, sugary cola he didn’t even remember buying. Before he could think about it, he downed half of it in one gulp, the sweetness spreading through him like fire.
“Man, I never drink this crap,” Matt muttered, but he kept chugging.
Later, as he sat back down, he felt heavier somehow—like his body was softer. His T-shirt felt a little snug, especially around his stomach. Frowning, Matt lifted the hem and blinked in surprise. His once-flat stomach was pushing out slightly, not huge but noticeable. His abs were disappearing under a small layer of fat.
“Must’ve been all that junk food last week,” he rationalized, but even as he said it, the memory felt… hazy. Had he been snacking more recently? He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Over the next few days, the changes came faster. His once short, neat hair grew thicker and redder, especially around his beard. He wasn’t sure when the red streaks had started, but they were quickly overtaking his natural color. His face, too, was rounding out, his jawline softening beneath the scruffy beard that seemed to sprout overnight.
Matt’s clothes became tighter and tighter until he gave in and ordered a bunch of new shirts online. Oddly, he didn’t think twice about ordering them in a size two steps up from his usual. The designs were also different—nothing he’d normally wear. Instead of basic tees, they were all gamer crap, covered in pixel art and cheesy phrases like “Don’t hate the player, hate the game” or “Game Over!”
And it wasn’t just his clothes. His room was changing too, in subtle but strange ways. His sleek, minimalist desk was now cluttered with gaming consoles, controllers, and random dice. Posters of popular video game characters lined the walls, replacing the clean artwork he swore had been there before.
Matt was spending more and more time gaming, sinking into his chair with bags of chips and soda cans piling up around him. His body continued to change, his belly growing softer and rounder, love handles creeping in as he slouched deeper in his chair. His arms and chest were now covered in a thick pelt of red hair, matching the wild beard that framed his round face.
But the strangest part was how right it all felt. Every time Matt glanced at his reflection, he recognized the changes, but they didn’t bother him like they should. His old memories of being a fit gym bro started to fade, replaced with scenes of long gaming marathons, late-night pizza runs, and chatting with his online guild.
One evening, as Matt settled into his gaming chair with a satisfied grunt, he picked up the D20 again. He rolled it, and this time, it landed on a natural 1. He laughed—deep, hearty, and full of life. His once-lean body was now heavy and comfortable, his stomach stretching the fabric of his favorite shirt, the “Roll for Initiative!” graphic snug against his gut.
Matt couldn’t even remember the last time he’d set foot in a gym. Why would he? He had all the entertainment he needed right here, in his gaming setup. His friends were waiting for him to join the next campaign online, and he had a stash of snacks to last him the night.
As the game booted up, Matt adjusted himself in his chair, his thick thighs spreading wide, the sound of fabric shifting over hairy skin filling the room. His old life was gone—forgotten in the haze of dice rolls and endless gaming sessions. He wasn’t the old Matt anymore.
(@chubbycarebear for the pictures)
An aspiring food blogger looking to expand her career (and stomach capacity), Charlotte volunteered for an experimental procedure to increase her appetite… little did she know that the procedure would come with some rather weighty side effects!
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The Office Pig (Rapid WG)
Hm? Oh we ordered pizza for the office today? Hm, I've been trying to drop some of this weight but...a little junk food won't hurt right? I'll just work it off at the gym later.
Huh? You ordered everyone their own pizza? That seems kinda like overkill...but I guess it'll be good leftovers later.
Ooof, man two pieces hits harder than it used too...are they making pizzas bigger these days? It is really good though. I'm pretty stuffed, but one more slice couldn't hurt!
Man, everythings starting to feel kinda tight, wish I'd worn something comfier today...
Oh yeah, that's good *burp* stuff! Is there any left? I could go for a few more slices! Is there still more? I know everyone got one but...
There is more? Great! I'll take a few more pieces.
Diet? Nah, I don't do diets haha. I mean, not like I could ever lose this gut right? Nothing wrong with being a little hefty though.
Shit, I think one of my buttons may have popped open...but I just have to have more of that pizza...there's still some left right? A whole box? And I can have it all to myself?!
You guys are the best. You know I've always been a hungry guy haha.
Hey don't poke my stomach like that! Yeah yeah, I know I've been waddling more, you don't gotta remind me.
You all keep treating me like this and you'll have to roll me home.
Mmf...I think...*urp* I might struggle to get home today...it's hard to stand for some reason...I don't remember *huff* struggling this much.
Huh? My weight? Yeah, I've kinda always been the big guy in the office haha. And it's not like I'm gonna haul my fat ass to the gym everyday. I'd rather just relax and enjoy some good food at home ya know?
What? A new promotion?
O-Office Pig?! W-Well, if it pays that good...
My first job is to get rid of all this extra pizza? I think I can *oink* do that...🐽
I feel better than usual today and I am kind of in a pig mood, so I drew Xavier as a pig on a whim. Crawling to a trough or something.
six not so little piggies went to market…
…on my fatreon where i turn Ryoko into an obscenely obese pig for all eternity it seems