I carefully slid onto the stool. At my size, I always sat carefully. Didn’t want to break any more furniture. It creaked a little under my massive ass, but it held firm.
“Hey, man. I’m Kevin.”
The hot guy turned to look at me. His eyes scanned my obese body. He did not like what he saw. “Hi.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure,” he said. “But don’t get your hopes up. I ain’t interested.”
Kinda rude, but I appreciated the directness.
Plus, I figured as much. This guy was ripped. He had the best figure here, which is why I chose him.
“What should I get ya?”
He shrugged. “Surprise me. Something strong.”
Good answer.
I waved the bartender over and ordered two malts.
The stranger bristled when I said that.
“Trust me. It’ll change your life.”
“Whatever.” He dug his phone out of his short-shorts and started scrolling like I wasn’t there.
“So what’s your name?”
“Lawrence,” he mumbled.
“Nice to meet you.”
He didn’t respond.
Totally fine. I liked when guys were rude. It made me feel less guilty.
The bartender came back with two of his special malts. He gave me a conspiratorial grin (Lawrence didn’t notice) and left. He usually liked to watch, but it was a busy night and he had other customers.
“You know, Lawrence, the last time I was here, I was pretty skinny. A real twink.”
“Yeah?” he said, not looking up from his phone. “And when was that? Ten years ago?”
More like last Saturday. I didn’t tell him that, of course.
“Not quite.” I rubbed my thick beer belly, enjoying the way it sloshed under my palms. I spent a whole week as a 450-pound fat ass. There were things I’d definitely miss, but it was time for a change.
I raised my glass. “Cheers, Lawrence.”
He finally put down his phone and grabbed his malt. We clinked glasses. “Cheers,” he mumbled.
I watched him take a long sip. I had to sure the special mixture slid down his throat.
Yup. Perfect.
Then I took my sip. Creamy and delicious.
“Not half bad,” Lawrence said. “I assume there’s a ton of calories, though.”
“And why would you say that?”
He gave me an are-you-serious? look.
“Oh. Are you saying that because I’m chubby?”
He scoffed. “No offense, man, but you’re more than chubby.”
“Not for long,” I muttered.
Lawrence jerked backward, nearly falling off his stool. He let out a deep, unintentional burp. “S-sorry.”
“Let it out. A growing boy like you has to clear some space in his belly.”
“My belly? What are you ta…?” He burped again. Then he jumped off his stool and looked down at himself. His hands pressed hard into his flat stomach. The churning pain in his stomach must’ve been pretty hard for him.
I barely felt it anymore. Lots of practice transforming myself through these wonderful malts. Last week I was a twink. The week before that, I was short and stocky. The week before that, I had a wonderful dadbod covered in hair. And now, I was gonna get Lawrence’s thick muscles. Couldn’t wait.
Lawrence swayed on his feet as his belly expanded under his hands. He watched it grow and soften. “What did you…?”
“It’s the malts,” I answered, feeling my own belly shrink at the same rate his was growing. “We’re swapping figures, my friend.”
“No! God, no!” He jiggled his belly in horror. It had just started hanging over his belt. Still had a long way to grow, though. “Make it stop.”
“Sorry,” I said. I rubbed my floppy moob. I’d probably miss those the most. “Once it starts, there’s nothing you can do.”
“Help!” he screamed. “Anyone!” He spun around and stumbled toward the dance floor. He grabbed at the handsome gay men grinding against each other, but they all brushed him away. No one reacted to his screams.
“They can’t see the transformation,” I said. “No one can except me.”
(And the bartender, who was smiling at us from the edge of the bar. I didn’t want to draw attention to him, though.)
Lawrence marched back toward me, his overhang flopping against his fat thighs with each angry step. “Why are you doing this?”
“I was ready for a change,” I said, rubbing my chest. “Ooh. It feels like my pecs are coming in.”
Lawrence’s hands shot up to his budding moobs. He felt his muscle soften and droop. “My chest!”
“You’ll like being a chub,” I said. “It’s pretty fun. Though prepare to be hungry all the time. And people will treat you a lot differently.”
“But I’m… I work hard on myself!”
“Yes. Thanks for that.” I felt ab muscles form under my shrinking belly. It was fun to play around with my squishy rolls as they melted away.
Lawrence grabbed my muscular arm and tried to pull me off the stool. He couldn’t. He was too weak. He stopped trying and just shoved me.
“I don’t wanna fight you, big guy.”
“Big guy,” he muttered under his breath. “Big guy.”
He was about 400 pounds. Just a little more to go. I had small puffs of fat under my nipples that I still needed to give him. And some softness around my hips. Plus my double chin. That was always the last to leave.
I felt my jawline. Almost there.
I rubbed my flat stomach, enjoying the washboard texture. Just a few more pounds.
Then it was over. Transformation complete.
Lawrence stood in front of me, wobbling his apron in disbelief. He looked horrified and broken. Then he let out one final burp and his expression went blank. The memories of his old life were gone, workouts replaced by long evenings stuffing himself in front of the TV.
He waddled back to the stool and plopped on. It creaked under him.
“Hello,” I said.
He looked at me, shocked that someone so ripped would dare to strike up a conversation with a morbidly obese fat ass like him. “H-hi.”
“I’m Kevin,” I said.
“Larry.”
How cute. In this reality, he didn’t even go by Lawrence anymore.
“Nice to meet you, Larry. Can I get you something?”
“Me?” He nervously fidgeted with his belly rolls. “Uh, sure. Thanks.”
I called the bartender over. “Two beers, please. And can you get my new friend here a giant plate of nachos? I’m sure he’s hungry.”
“Right away.” The bartender gathered up the malt glasses and left. “So Larry, tell me about yourself.”
The End
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When your ditzy bimbo girlfriend learned about Brazilian Butt Lifts, she immediately switched to a diet that caused rapid weight gain. She has always been an overachiever and she believed the more fat she stored, the bigger her butt would get after the surgery. There is however a limit to how much fat can be transferred. So when you took her 500 lbs to the clinic, the doctor told her they couldn't perform the surgery on her. As you went home together she got very upset thinking she was too fat. In order to cheer her up, you convinced her they couldn't perform the surgery because they didn't think she was fat enough to do it. This made her double down on gaining and she switched her diet again to a constant flow of weight gain shakes made with pure lard. At some point you'll have to tell her the truth, but until she stops moaning into her feeding tube from the constant pressure on her growing gut, who are you to shatter her dreams?
I'll go above and beyond for her! I'll pay for her surgery, because she wants it so much! Those were both things I said, before finding out the harsh reality, and being stuck loving her new fat body while she was upset she couldn't get the butt of her dreams...
I convinced her to keep gaining, with a lie that it'd only happen once she was fat enough, and somehow she believed it, and was even more determined to gain, probably putting on 20 pounds on that day alone, and that was before we got feeding tubes and other equipment to help her reach over 2000 lbs, and past a metric ton of blubber. She hadn't asked if she was 'fat enough' yet, and seemed to be loving her own weight gain as much as I was.
Though the lie was just as heavy as her own body, and it weighed down on me, that the only reason my bimbo gf was such a gigantic sexy blob was because I lied... I didn't want to shatter her dreams, and she did seem happy now, but I took her determination as a symbol of hope and inspiration. I started trying to look into methods of getting her an actual BBL. Maybe by the time she gained 'enough' past immobility levels, there would be technology that'd grant her the BBL she wanted.
I had a feeling that there'd be two outcomes. Either she was going to refuse a procedure, since she had literally grown into loving being an utter blimbo (blimp bimbo, i doubt this is an original term but it is to me), OR she would accept it, and she'd end up with a multiton ass next to her suddenly slim body.
Except in the second scenario, she'd more than likely fall back into her new habits and start rapidly gaining back the weight she lost, now with the bonus of having an already utterly ginormous house crushing ass to go along with the weight gain~
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I was sitting on the couch, minding my own damn business, when you snuck up behind me and rubbed your fingers across the top of my head.
I jerked forward in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“You’re thinning out, babe,” you said.
It took me a few seconds to understand what you meant. I wasn’t thin at all. In fact, I’d gotten pretty chunky since we got married last year. (Something you actually seemed to like.)
Then it hit me. My hand shot up to my hair and I felt a lot more scalp than I expected. “Fuck. I’m going bald?!”
“Just a little circle on the top.”
I jumped off the couch in a total panic.
You stopped me before I could rush to the bathroom mirror. You held me in your muscular arms and kissed my forehead. “I like it. You look mature.”
That’s what you said when I started getting fat! I believed you then, but I wasn’t gonna believe you now. I was a youthful, slender twink when you fell in love with me. If you knew that I was destined to be fat and bald by 26, you never would’ve asked me out. Why would you?
“Don’t humor me,” I said.
“It’s the truth! You’re turning into a real daddy.” You pulled me against you and squeezed at the bulges of fat poking out of my sides. It was supposed to be encouraging, but feeling how deep your fingers could sink into me… I hated it. Just like I hated your fingers on my new bald spot.
“But… I don’t want that!” I squealed.
You were the dom in our relationship. Tall, muscly, deep-voiced, bearded. If either of us was supposed to grow into a daddy, it was you. You were halfway there!
You stared at me for a while, trying to figure out how serious I was. I watched you come to some sort of realization. You let out a deep exhale and said, “Would you be attracted to me if the tables were turned?”
“Of course!” I answered without thinking. I loved your thick brown hair, but you’d look so fucking hot as a bald man. And I loved your slim, ripped torso, but if you had a belly instead of me… It would just, you know, fit better. On your tall, powerful body, it would look right.
“You’re serious?” you pressed. “Because I’d be happy to… take it from you.”
“What do you mean?” Take it from me? What did you mean by “it”?
“So… I have this, um, thing I can do. Everyone in my family can. It’s hard to explain, but I can show you.”
I really didn’t understand you, but I trusted you more than anyone. “Okay,” I said.
That’s when you kissed me. We kissed thousands of times over the years, but this one felt different, like there were a hundred sparks of electricity in your full lips. And as your tongue slid over mine, I felt… lighter. Warmer.
When you ended the kiss, I collapsed against your solid chest. My face pressed against your pec, but it felt... thicker than before.
You rubbed my back protectively. Then your hands drifted to the back of my head and your fingers ran through my hair.
“Don’t,” I whispered, still afraid that you’d touch my bald spot.
Except… you didn’t. It wasn’t there.
I pulled away and saw the new you.
You were bigger, balder, more mature. Your muscles looked inflated, but that was because of the fresh layer of fat that coated your body. You had a belly now.
And your hairline had retreated an inch higher on your head.
With that one kiss, you stole both my fat and my hair issues.
And just like I expected, you looked amazing.
“How did you…?”
“I have no idea,” you said. “It’s a hormone thing. I don’t know if you had too much testosterone… Or some other chemical… Or something with your thyroid… All I know is that, if I concentrate, I can suck away… Well, you can see for yourself.”
“You look sexy.”
“You do, too. Come ‘ere.” You wrapped your thickened arm around my back and led me to the hallway mirror. Your sweaty armpit hair pressed against my shoulder. You were fiery hot.
We stopped in front of our reflections. I focused on you first. You looked tough, like a burly lumberjack ready to take care of me.
But then I saw myself. I looked so small by your side. My pudge was gone completely, leaving me with sharper features and narrower shoulders.
My hair wasn’t just thicker. It was longer, too. Kind of wavy. And the stubble on my chin… That was gone. I had longer lashes, though. And plumper lips. And...
I looked a lot more feminine than a few minutes ago. I had mixed feelings about that, but at least I wasn’t fat and balding anymore.
“Happy now?” you asked.
“Fuck yeah.” I ran my hands down my slim sides (huge improvement). But then my hands reached my hips and they… flared out. A lot, actually. This was the one soft area on my new body. I was slender and dainty above my waist, but my hips had curves now. “Actually…”
“What?”
“I didn’t lose weight. My fat just… shifted.”
You understood what I meant. Your hand pinched my ass cheek. “I can feel that.”
“But… It’s a little much. Don’t you think?”
“You want me to give you another special kiss?” You patted your new belly. “I can take on a bit more weight if that’s what you want.”
I nodded. Your belly looked perfect at its new size, but it would still look great with another inch or so, especially if that meant I’d be rid of my thick-ass hips.
You pulled me into your new belly and kissed me hungrily. Once again, I felt your electricity dance across my lips and spread through my skin.
This kiss lasted longer than the first one. Neither of us were able to pull apart.
Finally, you pushed me back.
I struggled to catch my breath. “You’re… damn.”
Talk about daddy vibes. You were completely bald on the top of your head. Even the wispy strands were gone. Your facial features were blunter somehow. You still looked like you, but a more brutish version. And I loved that. I loved your wider nose and deeper crow’s feet. I loved the bushy, unkempt beard. There were even spots of sun damage on your bare scalp, as if you’d been bald for years.
And your body… You had more muscle, more fat, more hair. More of everything.
You grabbed my slender waist like I barely weighed anything. You literally pulled me off my feet to kiss me. Not a “special” kiss this time. Just a hungry, possessive one. With your new body came a new attitude, one of force and ownership.
And the way you held me off the ground… I knew that this second kiss had worked like a charm. All my fat was gone. No more feminine hips. Just the small, slender twink that I used to be.
You lowered me to my feet and spun me around so I could see my reflection.
I gasped.
Well… I was dead wrong. Those curves were twice as pronounced. I had wide lady hips that jutted out of me. And my chest… Oh God. It wasn’t flat anymore. I’d sprouted soft, droopy breasts. I barely looked like a man at all.
You loved it, though. You stood behind me, your hands gliding up and down my bulging hips while your semi-hard cock pressed against my lower back.
“What did you do to me?” I whimpered. Even my voice sounded higher.
Your voice, meanwhile, rumbled like a lawnmower. “I told you. It’s a hormone thing. Don’t you like it?”
“I like you,” I said.
“Yeah?” You pressed your shaft harder into my back. It was thicker than it should’ve been. Radiating heat.
Nervously, I reached into my own sweatpants and, yeah, my dick had shrunk. It was getting hard, too. (Just from feeling you against me.) But it was barely anything now. Not like it was much to write home about before…
But, God…
Fucking tiny.
And with my soft inner thighs pressing together… I don’t know. I lost my manhood. Gave it all to you.
But while I was feeling myself, your hands snuck into the back of my sweatpants. Your thick fingers played with my jiggling cheeks before slowly spreading them open.
“Don’t,” I muttered.
“I’m not doing anything,” you rumble-whispered into my ear. And your finger slid inside.
Oooh.
I saw my expression in the mirror, my long hair hanging past my face. I looked… conquered.
I was a skilled bottom. Very flexible. But I’d never felt such an instant, knee-buckling spark of pleasure just from a single finger. It was…
You drew circles. Thank God your free hand was holding my waist. Otherwise, I would’ve collapsed.
“You’re wide open, babe,” you growled into my ear.
“You… made me… this way…” I squealed.
In the mirror, your eyes met mine. We stared at each other as you pulled down my sweatpants, revealing my embarrassing little nub and cottage-cheese-ified thighs. Then, still staring into my eyes, you pressed your manhood inside.
The old me wouldn’t have been able to handle your new width, but I was different now. “Wide open,” like you said. I didn’t even need lube. I let out a desperate squeal as you pressed inside me.
“Oh, daddy!” I whimpered. I’d never called you daddy before. The word felt so right on my plump, glossy lips.
“You want this to be special?” you asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered. Anything for you. I didn’t realize what you were asking until I felt that familiar electric charge whirlpooling around my tender ring. It was the same electric surge I felt in your kisses… Just much, much stronger.
I had to press my palms against the mirror to stay upright while you pounded into me. My entire body tingled. I could barely… I couldn’t… Every cell inside me was sparking to life.
And right before us, as I moaned and whimpered, our reflections changed. Your muscles bulged and thickened. Veins roped across your arms and legs, and a forest of hair sprouted on all your surfaces except your scalp. Every edge in your overloaded body got harder. You were a wall of beef, expanding and hardening with each thrust.
And I was softening. Not everywhere. My waist, arms, and face were still slender and muscle-free. But my hips… Fuck, they couldn’t stop spreading and dimpling. My pecs were officially tits now, low and tender, flopping against me to the opposite rhythm of your pounding thrusts. I didn’t know nipples could get that big.
And my cock was… it was micro now. Rock hard and ready for release, but barely the width of a pencil. And with my growing fat pad (plumping out as quickly as my hips), my manhood was officially gone.
And… And… And I loved that. Because my hole was so overwhelmed, pushed far past the edges of pleasure, lighting me up in a way that I never would’ve thought possible. That’s all I cared about. More pressure. More pleasure. More everything.
“Daddy!” I squealed as your massive cock unloaded inside me. A geyser erupted just as a few tiny spurts escaped what was left of my own dick. We came together, a waterfall and a faucet.
You pulled out and the electricity faded. My head cleared and I could finally accept what you did to me, what we did to each other.
Still behind me, your juices dripping down my massive legs, you caressed my long, flowing hair.
“How’d that feel, baby?” you whispered into my ear. Your voice was so deep that I could feel it vibrate through me. “Daddy,” I whimpered. That was the only word I could say.
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***
The pain woke me up.
I was alone in a dungeon, barely able to see the stone walls around me. Shafts of moonlight came through the narrow window, but it wasn’t enough. Everything was so dark. Not just the room, but the atmosphere itself.
Oh God. I’d been taken.
The monster had finally come for me.
I held my neck, the source of my throbbing pain. Flakes of dried blood crumbled onto my fingers. He’d already fed.
“Help!” I screamed. “Someone!”
I knew it wouldn’t work. No one dared to come close to the monster’s castle. And even if someone did hear my screams, they wouldn’t come for me. I was yet another victim.
The dungeon creaked open and the monster walked in. He carried a candlestick, its light illuminating the edges of his gaunt, pale face. “Please stop,” he whispered mockingly as he placed the candle on a holder against the wall.
I could see him clearly now. He looked exactly as I’d expected. Tall and unnaturally thin, dressed all in black, with a disarmingly handsome face. I hated how his appearance drew me toward him like a magnet. Not physically. (I was too weak and drained to stand.) But emotionally. All my attention was on him, and my throbbing neck felt like a distance buzz compared to the stirring under my belly.
That’s the monster’s secret weapon. He was a horrifying, murderous thing, and yet he incited lust and longing in everyone who saw him in the cold flesh. My brain told me that he was the greatest danger our village had ever seen, yet my nerve endings screamed for him. I wanted him to take me, to grab my helpless body, to drain me into nothing.
He knew that. He knew the power he had over me.
Moving fluidly, he strutted across the room and lowered himself to the floor. He sat cross-legged in front of me, his expression smug yet surprisingly curious. “What’s your name?”
“Simon,” I muttered. I would’ve refused to tell him anything about me, but the answer simply came out. I couldn’t refuse him.
“Well, Simon. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. You may call me Alexey.”
The monster had been terrorizing our village for generations, picking off innocents and evading capture. People called him a thousand different names (the monster, the scourge, the devil itself), but I’d never heard anyone refer to him as Alexey. Perhaps he only told his true name to his victims in the moments before death, knowing that they’d never escape to share the information.
He leaned forward, his full lips clamped shut (as if forcing back his hunger), and he slid his long fingers across my bare belly. That was the moment I realized that he’d stripped me naked before his feeding. My obese, bulging body was completely exposed. I felt so vulnerable, so helpless, and yet my nerves sparked with excitement under his touch.
Thankfully, my gut was spilling into my lap, large enough to obscure my crotch. I didn’t want him to see my member stiffening at his contact, though it was obvious that he knew. A monster like him could smell the lust on me.
“Interesting,” he whispered as his fingers slid along the edges of the deep, angry-red stretchmarks that snaked along my quivering stomach. “Do all men your size have such scars?”
“No,” I answered, once again compelled to speak.
He placed both hands onto the top arc of my stomach and squeezed. My fat bulged between his fingers. His dark eyes locked on me. “What makes you different?”
“I’m not… naturally fat,” I said.
He pulled away. “Then why are you so large?”
I squeezed my lips as hard as I could. I refused to answer his question. He didn’t deserve to know how much my life (and the lives of everyone in the village) was shaped by him. My answer was bubbling up the back of my throat, but I swallowed it back down.
No.
He didn’t deserve a response. I only had minutes left to live, and I was going to fight back the only way I could.
“Tell me, Simon,” he cooed, his fingers brushing the sensitive curve of my lower belly.
No! My mouth remained clamped shut.
“Tell me,” he said again, smiling at how much effort it took to remain quiet. I was squirming, my soft fat rippling in waves.
Then his cold fingers touched my nipples. They had gotten so sensitive in the last two years of fattening, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My stretched-out areolas pebbled under his cold skin. My lips parted.
And I answered him. “I made myself fat because of you.”
For the first time, his confident expression wavered. I’d surprised him. “Go on.” To get me to talk, he pressed his palms against my thick breasts and rubbed slow circles. Pleasure shot through my whole body, and I had no more control over myself.
“Our village figured out your pattern. You come in the night and whisk one of us away every month. You always pick the most handsome men among us. Usually with fair hair and light eyes. You have a type, Alexey.”
He laughed coldly. “I guess I do.”
“You took my three older brothers. To protect me, my parents kept me hidden away. And as I grew, I became the most beautiful young man in the town.”
I’d never said those words aloud before. I wasn’t one to brag, especially considering what I looked like now. But his black eyes pulled the truth out of me, and this was the truth. I was as beautiful as any man could be, which made me a target. You could still see signs of my beauty even now. My wavy blond hair. My pale blue eyes. My strong chin. All the features that weren’t buried under hundreds of pounds of soft, dimpled lard that I’d forced onto myself for protection.
That was the only way I’d lived to 22. I changed my body to avoid being a target. And it had worked, until tonight, when Alexey had snatched me away as I walked home from the pub. All I remember was a blur of darkness until I awoke in this dungeon.
The monster thought for a second. “You’re saying that if you hadn’t spent your life in fear of me, then you’d be fit and muscular?”
“Yes. Like my brothers.” I would’ve been the most popular man in town. I’d probably be married to Lucille, the lovely neighbor girl who had her eyes on me before I changed myself. I’d be a father. Instead, I became the largest, most unhealthy person in the village. People flinched when they saw me waddling about.
I was fat and lonely, and it was all for nothing, because I’d still be taken.
Alexey continued stroking and flopping my breasts, which were thicker and rounder than even Lucille’s. I hated how much I enjoyed the touch. No one had ever felt me like this. No one had even seen me naked.
“Why did you take me?” I asked.
His eyes widened. He wasn’t used to his victims asking him questions.
“Because of your handsome face,” he said, pulling his hands away. “You don’t look like other fat men.”
That was true. All of my friends were naturally big (though none as big as me), but their bodies were meant to be that way. They didn’t have to stuff themselves into nausea. They didn’t have stretchmarks like I did. They could move around much more easily. They had large frames to support their large bellies, while I was a tall, slim man with all this weight hanging off me.
His eyes roved around my body, taking me all in. He licked his lips.
“Just kill me fast,” I muttered. “Please.”
“I can’t, Simon,” he said. “You should already be dead.”
The moon shifted in the sky. It was now directly in front of the narrow window, giving his white skin a silvery glow. I had to look away, just to control my unnatural urges. I wanted him so much. More than Lucille. More than any woman I’d ever seen. I knew it was just because of his spell over me, but this attraction still filled me with shame.
“You were right,” he continued. “I have a hunger for strong, athletic, handsome meals. I thought they tasted the best. You’re the first fatty I’ve ever feasted on, and…” He grabbed my belly again, but gentler now. “You’re more delicious, Simon. Your blood is rich and decadent. For the first time in centuries, I feel full.”
“Thank you,” I answered sarcastically.
“And because of your size, you survived the feeding. No one else ever has.” He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled me to my feet.
My head was spinning, but I’d recovered enough to stay standing. My hanging apron still obscured my genitals. Thank the Lord. I remained rock-hard, my body craving his touch while my brain was filled with hatred and anger.
He grabbed my clothes from the ground and placed them in my hands. “You may leave.”
“I can go?”
“Yes. You earned your survival. I give you my word that I will leave you alone.”
“But you’ll still feed on the other villagers?”
He shrugged. “It’s what I do.”
He watched me as I pulled on my brown pants and dirty shirt. I only had three outfits that fit me, and this was one of them. I didn’t dress to impress anyone. What was the point?
As I hoisted up my hanging belly to buckle my pants, Alexey got a clear view of my cock. It used to be massive, before my fat pad swallowed most of it up, but a solid inch was still visible. Once I returned home, I’d pleasure myself. (Unless the jiggling friction on my long walk back did the trick instead. Yeah, that’s probably what was going to happen.)
The monster nodded toward the dungeon door. It creaked open by itself. “Thank you, Simon.”
I waddled toward my freedom, Alexey’s eyes never leaving me. And then I stopped. Fighting against all my instincts, I turned around. “You can take me again.”
“What was that, Simon?” He stepped closer, a triumphant smile on his horribly beautiful face.
“If I can survive this when others can’t, then I offer myself to you,” I said. “Promise to leave the rest of the village alone, and you can feed on me every month.”
“I accept.”
I was signing my life away. I was dooming myself. And who knows how long this would last. Perhaps my survival was merely a one-time thing. Perhaps the next time would kill me. But even if it did, I’d be saving an innocent life. I had to try.
I hurried out of the room before I changed my mind. I was in a long, arched hallway. Then I was trudging up the stone steps. Then I was out in the courtyard.
I felt woozy but I wasn’t in pain. I passed clusters of gnarled trees and dead flowerbeds before reaching the old gate. Before I could cross over, before I was truly free, I felt the monster’s cold hands grab me from behind.
“Let me help you home,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath on my neck. “You mustn’t push yourself too hard. And please remember to eat heartily before I find you again.”
He lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. Then our surroundings blurred into streaks as he carried me through the dense forest at an impossible speed. We moved so fast that I blacked out.
I awoke in my own bed the next morning. Everything felt like a dream, though I knew it was real. The wounds on my neck continued to throb.
***
Three months later.
Alexey grabbed me in my front yard. That’s where I waited for him.
As always, he whisked me through the night, our surroundings blurring into streaks. I didn’t pass out this time. Alexey seemed to be transporting me slower than before.
That wasn’t surprising. I’d spent months gorging myself all day every day, making sure to thicken my blood and grow my body enough to survive another feeding. While I didn’t look any bigger, I must’ve added to my weight. Alexey had unimaginable strength, but even a monster had limits to how much he could carry.
He brought me through the gates, through the courtyard, and into the grand ballroom of his castle. It was an empty, ominous place, but the broken couch was a huge improvement over his dungeon floor. He set me gently onto the cushions and then stepped back to look at me.
I waited for him to catch his breath. That had never happened before. He asked, “Did you eat well for me?”
“Of course.” I told him all the foods I’d packed into my straining stomach (all that I could remember, anyway). He wanted to prepare for all the tastes in my blood.
“And did you tell anyone about our arrangement?”
“No,” I answered. For three months, I’d kept quiet. The village noticed that the disappearances had stopped, and theories abounded over what had happened to our monster, but I refused to get anyone else involved. This was my choice, my cross to bear.
“Very good,” he said as he stripped off my clothes. Once my hefty stomach flopped out, his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re sure you’ve eaten enough?” He stared directly into my eyes to make sure I spoke the truth.
“I ate more this month than ever before.” That wasn’t a lie. Ever since his first feeding, my capacity had increased. Most nights, I didn’t even go to bed nauseous anymore, just pleasantly full.
He believed me, but he still seemed confused.
He crept on top of my soft body, his fingers exploring my rolls (as he always did), and he bared his fangs.
I flinched, preparing for the pain that was sure to come. My mind tried to focus on the warmth rushing to my crotch. My unnatural attraction to the monster was the only distraction I had from the pain in my neck, and I’d learned in the past two feedings how to trick myself into only feeling that.
He lowered his face toward the crook of my neck, but he didn’t feed. He licked my skin, just once, and then pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried that he was going to stretch this out. Had I gotten too complacent? Did he want to play with his food before he ate?
“Your veins are tapped,” he said. “I can’t feed from here.”
Not surprising. The puncture marks on the edge of my second chin were still puckered and blue. I had to wear scarves to hide them.
“No matter,” he said. Then he slid down my body until his head was at the base of my stomach. He rubbed his face against my soft skin, sending shivers through me.
And of course, my dick was at full attention. I couldn’t control that.
His tongue flicked across the sensitive skin under my belly button. “Perhaps here,” he said to himself. “Or perhaps your inner thigh.”
I felt both fear and excitement as he lowered himself to my crotch. I couldn’t see him over the arc of my belly, but I could feel his warm breath.
“Hmm,” he said.
Then, his long tongue slid across the tip of my dick. My chubby fingers grabbed at the cushions and my belly sloshed around. He didn’t say anything.
I waited. I felt so exposed.
Then I let out a gasp as his mouth wrapped around my cock. I was already wet with precum. His tongue ran up and down my slit, tasting me, experimenting. I felt my entire shaft (what was left of it) disappear inside him.
I squirmed. I couldn’t breathe. Pleasure sparked through me as I lost myself in his hungry, ravenous suction. There was no pain. No fear.
I’d pleasured myself many times before, but it was never like this. “Oh. Oh God.”
I squeezed tightly to the couch as my body rocked out of my control. My buried muscles tightened and released. I couldn’t take it. I was so overcome by sensations that my brain couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. It was everything at once. It was…
I released. Just a few minutes and I exploded into his mouth. I filled him in a long, continuous jet.
With one final shudder, I was empty. Alexey took in everything, licked me dry, and pulled back.
He looked up at me. I could see his satisfied face just past my belly. His lips were shiny-slick. His hands were still clamped into my soft thighs.
“I’m… full,” he said.
I couldn’t respond. I didn’t have the energy. (Not like I’d know what to say.)
He was lost in thought. Then slowly, he stood up and lowered himself onto the couch. He’d never sat next to me before. He’d never held me in his arms like this.
His black shirt strained against his stomach, fuller than I’d ever seen it. His long fingers traced lines along my stomach. “You’re free to go.”
“You mean… You’re not going to… drink me?”
“I just did.”
***
Three days later.
I was at the pub with Roland and Francis. The whole place had gotten cheerful and boisterous since the monster stopped attacking. I could barely hear Roland over the din.
“What did you say?” I asked through a mouthful of buttery pasta (my third dish of the night).
He leaned closer. “I was asking what happened to you. You look thinner than you have in years.”
That couldn’t be right. I was eating more than ever, and I still bulged out of my clothes. Both Roland and Francis were very large (probably the two fattest villagers after me), and I ate so much more than them.
“You’re insane,” I said, shoveling in more pasta.
They exchanged a look.
“If you say so,” Francis muttered. I guess he agreed with Roland.
Curiously, I pressed my fingers into my stomach. Yes, still soft.
But…
Was it less soft than before? I looked down, seeing how deeply my fingers were sinking into my flab.
They were right. I was morbidly obese, but my gut had shrunk an inch. I couldn’t deny it.
“I need some air,” I said. I stood up and waddled toward the door. As I crossed through the crowd of people, I noticed a few others examining my body. They saw it, too.
I walked into the cool air. There were more people on the streets than usual. Villagers had stopped being scared to go out at night.
Because of me! Because I was protecting them!
I walked around the corner of the building, where I’d have enough privacy to reach under my shirt and feel myself. I spent a few minutes tugging on my overhang, weighing it in my hands, when I heard footsteps from the darkness behind me.
“I need you again.”
I didn’t need to look into the shadows. I knew this was Alexey. His deep, buttery voice always gave me chills.
“But we still have a month.”
“Your other liquids don’t sustain me as much as your lifeblood,” he answered. “May I take you?”
Damn it. I knew this was too good to be true. He needed to drink from me properly again. I considered refusing. The monster and I had made a deal, and now he was changing the terms.
But as I listened to the laughter and conversation on the street, as I heard how happy everyone was without their constant fear, I realized that I had to give in again. “Yes. You can take me.”
In a flash of movement, he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to the castle. He moved even slower than last time, the trees barely blurring around us.
He brought me into his castle and dropped me onto the couch. Without any preamble, he stripped off my clothes.
Let’s get this over with.
I tilted my head to the side, offering up my still-wounded neck.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, tracing a circle around my puncture marks.
“Of course not,” I said. “But we made a deal.”
“Would you be interested in a new deal?” he asked. “I can feed on your blood once a month, or I can feed on your seed every three nights. It’s just as delicious.”
“My seed!” I shouted.
He crouched in front of me again, lifting my belly with both hands and gazing hungry at my stiffening member. “Deal.”
Once again, he feasted on my cum, sucking me dry in a matter of minutes. It was less surprising than the first time, but somehow even better. Monsters like him know how to suck.
My God. My whole body got sore just from how tight my muscles were clenching. I saw stars.
And when he was finished, he stood up, licked his lips, and joined me on the couch. “Every three nights?”
“Or more often,” I said. “I enjoy it.”
“Me, too.” He patted my belly. More affectionate than before.
That was the moment I stopped fearing him. I still remembered all the horrible things he’d done, all the lives he’d taken, but I didn’t care. We had an agreement that worked for both of us.
“Can you take me back to the pub?” I asked. “My friends are waiting for me.”
“Of course,” he whispered. Then he stood. Well, he tried to stand. He got halfway off the couch before collapsing. He held his overfull stomach, really bulging against his clothes.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “I can walk.”
It didn’t take long for me to traverse the dark woods between his castle and the pub. Twenty minutes, perhaps. But it was long enough for me to figure something out.
Every time Alexey fed, I slimmed down a little. At the same time, he grew slower and more sluggish. And his bloated middle…
There was only one explanation. My juices were giving him my fat, one slurp at a time.
Interesting.
When I returned to my friends, I acted like nothing had happened. I didn’t even make up an excuse for where I’d gone.
Then I ordered two more plates of pasta.
***
A year later.
“Simon!” Father shouted when I walked in.
I wiped the sweat from my brow. “Finished,” I said.
“You mean the corn? Or gathering the eggs?”
“Everything,” I said. “Fields are cleared. Animals are fed. And I had some extra time, so I fixed the roof.”
Father was too shocked to speak. Now that I’d lost all my extra weight, I’d finally started helping around the farm. I’d spent my whole life hiding inside, forcing myself to eat, and it felt great to take on some of my father’s burden.
He hugged me, squeezing my muscular body so damn tight. He wasn’t just thanking me for the choirs. He was congratulating me for acting like a real son for once. The weight gain had been his idea, and he’d long ago resigned himself to the fact that I’d never live a normal village life. I could now. I was strong. I was slim. Despite all the loose skin that I had to keep tucked away under my clothes, I was the handsome, fit man that I was always supposed to be.
Then I saw someone waiting in the corner of the room.
“Lucille came to see you,” Father explained.
She stepped forward, smiling nervously. “Hello, Simon. You look great.”
Father pushed us both toward the door. “You two should catch up. Show her around the farm.”
I didn’t have time to argue. Father closed the door behind us.
Lucille and I walked together, and I showed her our property. Even though she lived next door, she hadn’t been over here in years. I was a little nervous. I could tell she was, too.
I started telling her about the new tool shed I built last week, but she stopped me. “What happened to you, Simon?”
She was asking about my weight. “I exercise more.”
“Is that all? Because I see how much you eat. And…” She looked at her feet. “I know that you walk into the woods every night. Is there… Are you doing something?”
“Like what?” I asked innocently.
What else could I say? That every night, I walk up to the monster’s castle, let him suck me off at least twice, and watch him expand with my fat while I grow stronger and slimmer?
“Witchcraft,” she whispered.
“I don’t mess around with that. I’m just working hard, getting healthy. I spend hours in the—”
She kissed me.
It was a kiss that I’d longed for all my life, that I used to dream about. Her lips were just as soft as I imagined. Her small hands on my waist felt just as nice.
But it felt wrong. She wasn’t Alexey.
She pulled away. “Are you… not interested?”
I should be! I needed to be! I would’ve been.
“I’m sorry, Lucille. I can’t.”
She shoved me. Her eyes were wet with tears. I’m pretty sure I broke her heart, but rather than accept the sadness, she got angry. “Screw you! I hope you get fat again!”
I didn’t stop her as she stormed off.
I could’ve gone back inside and told my father what I’d done, but the sun was setting, and I had a better place to be.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in the castle. Alexey had grown too large to come for me, so I always ran up the mountainside to see him. I loved the exercise. I loved getting my pulse racing before I saw my monster.
He was spread out on his bed. (The downstairs couch had cracked in two several months ago, and his upstairs bedroom had a nicer view of the valley.) He looked up at me, smiling. “Right on time. What did you eat for me today?”
I listed off the three lunches and two dinners, plus the extra butter I drank during my breaks from farmwork.
“Very good,” he said.
His quivering, useless body sloshed around as he tried to sit up. Now that he was forever trapped on his bed, his pale flab spilling over the edges, I had to climb on top of him for our feedings.
I disrobed, pausing to let him take in my powerful, muscular form. Even with the loose, hanging skin warping my pecs and stomach, I knew I was beautiful. That skin was a sweaty annoyance during my farmwork, but I also liked it. The constant friction was a reminder of how far I’d come.
I climbed onto his mattress-like belly, sinking into the cool softness, and sat on his chest, his moobs serving as the perfect cushions.
Then I scooted closer, my massive cock sliding straight where it belonged. He sucked on me happily, greedily, ecstatically. My hands gripped the backboard and I started thrusting a little. He took it all.
I gasped for breath. I felt the ocean-like sway of his massive body under me.
And just before I released, the bedroom door creaked open and someone shouted, “What the hell?”
That stranger, whoever it was, arrived at the exact wrong time. I couldn’t stop. I let out a deep gasp and spilled a thick jet straight into Alexey’s mouth. He gargled it down, licked me dry, and I pulled out. My satisfied shaft slapped his fat cheek and I climbed off him.
I hid my nakedness behind his body (more of a pile than an actual body at this point) and saw my two closest friends standing in shock at the door.
“Roland! Francis! What are you…?”
“What are you doing?” Roland demanded. “Lucille told me you rejected her. She asked us to follow you.”
“You’re fucking the monster?” Francis asked.
“I’m… I’m protecting the village,” I mumbled. “Look away!”
They did as I asked, and I pulled on my pants. I didn’t know where my shirt had ended up, so my muscular torso and floppy folds were on display. No one except Alexey had seen me like this, and I felt… weirdly proud of my body. Proud of everything, actually.
I told them the truth. How I’d been taken. How Alexey and I made a deal. How I came to him (came in him) every night. How he was now too fat to ever hurt anybody again.
When I was finished, Francis stared at me. Roland laughed inappropriately.
Then Francis said the strangest thing: “Thank you.” Like me, he’d lost his brothers to the monster long ago.
Roland walked toward the bed. He stared down at the pile of fat. Slowly, he reached out and poked Alexey’s stomach. “He can’t hurt us anymore?”
“No,” I answered. “He hasn’t left the bed in months.”
“Then you can stop, right?” Francis asked. He poked Alexey, too. “My God. I’ve never seen someone so big.”
I felt a jab of anger. It was a strange feeling, almost like I wanted to protect the monster. Defend him. And Francis had no place to talk. He’d always been large, but he’d gotten even bigger in the last year. Bigger than I’d ever been. My ravenous eating had affected both my friends, but especially Francis, whose stomach was now hanging several inches below his belt.
“I… guess I can stop,” I answered.
Alexey whimpered. Since my friends arrived, I hadn’t paid attention to the monster’s reaction. But now that I looked into his dark eyes, I saw heartbreak. He knew what I was doing to him, but hearing me spell out my side of things so callously had pierced his undead heart.
Roland grabbed the monster’s moob and flopped it. “You do that every night? How can you even get it up for… this?”
I didn’t have an answer. Alexey’s supernatural allure had disappeared hundreds of pounds ago, around the time he started losing his mobility, but I was still drawn to him. And if I was honest with myself, I looked forward to my times with him. Not just because of the pleasure he gave me, or the power I had over him, but… I don’t know.
I shrugged.
Francis scooped my shirt off the floor. “Let’s go. You don’t have to see this monster ever again.”
Alexey whimpered. It was the saddest sound I’d ever heard.
“No. You two can go. I’ll return later.”
They looked at each other.
“Suit yourself, Simon.” Francis said. Roland wanted to say something else, but Francis grabbed his arm and led him out of the room.
When they were gone, I climbed back on top of Alexey. I had something to say to him, but I didn’t know what.
“Please don’t leave me here,” he whispered.
I thought about my life back in the village. I was popular again. I was strong. I worked hard for my family and my peers finally respected me.
But whenever I was home, away from the castle, I felt something missing. There was a part of me that knew I could never lead a normal life. My rejection of Lucille was proof of that. I wanted to be here, with Alexey.
“I won’t,” I said.
With effort, he raised his weak arm and slid his fat fingers against my cheek. “I knew how you were affecting me, and I couldn’t stop.”
“I know.”
“And I never wanted to hurt anybody. I just wanted my hunger to go away. With you, it does.”
I believed that.
Without thinking, I grabbed his face and kissed him. Throughout all our time spent together, I’d never kissed him before. It was so much better than Lucille’s kiss. It was natural. Perfect.
Afterward, I stayed on his fat body, feeling comfortable and safe, and told him that I would be back tomorrow night.
“Or you could stay,” he said. “There’s a whole castle that I’m not using. You could make this your home.”
I kissed him again. “Let me think about it.”
And I did. I thought for a long time, until finally, I drifted to sleep on top of him. When the morning came, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I fed him once more, and then I walked home to gather my belongings.
The End
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A ssbbw gets a fat transfer, surprising all of her coworkers when she comes in with a tiny tummy and a gigantic ass.
This sounds like the graciebon situation but taken to an even more extreme degree...I love it~
Source: can't find their DA anymore :( it said turok44.
Something like that body type, I imagine... all those hundreds of pounds from all over her body transformed into fatness only on her legs, especially the upper thigh and booty region.
Since it was still pure fat, it jiggled like a damn earthquake was hitting her with the epicenter right in between her gigantic clapping rearmouds. It was impossible not to stare, not just her coworkers but everyone else that she passed by. She simply bit her lip, not making it any easier to look away due to the manner in which she swayed those triple doorframe smashing vast hips, bobbling them side to side, almost like she rewarded you for staring at her... That must have been it, right? She could have just as easily taken the surgery to remove her fat, while keeping some breasts and butt for an hourglass shape, a slim thick shape of sorts. Very attractive, convenient, not so outstanding it causes everyone to look and want to film...but no, she specifically chose to transfer ALL that extra fat into her butt, hips, thighs... she wanted to have a ginormous, colossal ass, and the attention she got from it was just a bonus.
She even made jokes about how they had to increase the number of reinforced chairs for her to sit on. She used to sit on three due to how heavy she was already, fairly wide too - but now she was MUCH wider, to the point where only three chairs would cause too much overflow, not enough equilibrium, and surely a very cushioned, soft landing after those shattered chairs were pushed aside and smothered under every inch of the plumpest butt cheeks anyone had ever seen.
"Wh-what happened?? How did you lose so much weight?...Or well...you know..." A coworker sheepishly asked - she had been a great friend due to both of them being SSBBWs in terms of weight, even if that coworker didn't want to have all that weight, she wanted to be skinny, but was never able to due to a condition that really facilitated weight gain. After explaining how the fat transfer surgery worked, an idea sparked in the mind of the now extremely bottom heavy woman.
"If you still want to get rid of any excess weight to get your dream body...my ass still has room~" Before giving it a firm, hand sinking SPANK that caused those gigawagons to wobble like crazy for what felt like forever.
Hopefully not just her coworker, but many others accept this idea~ <3
Hi, everyone! Charlie here. For those of you who don't know, I have a sister blog called Chuck Gyrth, where I post stories that are shorter, raunchier, or more experimental.
Yesterday, I responded to a reader request from my friend @fatmayor97-blog. He wanted a cumflation/cum-related weight-gain story. I'd never written something like that before, but it seemed like fun.
It's called Vitamin C and it's pretty explicit. (About the same level as my Vibrator Makes You Fat series.) I wanted to link to it here, in case you don't follow my other blog.
Anyway, here's a teaser:
I tried to twist to the side, but I couldn't move. I couldn't even lift my arms.
He looked down at me, laughed a little, and then literally rolled me onto my side. With all his strength, he grabbed onto my soft body and moved me into a sitting position. He wanted me to see everything in the mirror. It took him a few tries, both because of my weight and because there wasn't a solid part of me to grab. Wherever his hands touched, they sank in.
Once I was sitting, he climbed back onto the bed and sat behind me. He still towered over me. (Didn't give me any of his height, obviously. Or his muscle. He just gave me fat. Hundreds of loose, lumpy pounds.)
On his body, that fat covered muscle. It added to his power. On me, it covered nothing. That's why he'd taken such pleasure in my former, slim body. He knew that he was building me on top of a foundation of... bones, basically. His body was meant to carry all this weight. Mine never was.
He pressed his warm nakedness into my back. He rubbed my sloping shoulders. It felt supportive, like he was showing me kindness. Calming me down.
The spider consoling the fly.
Then his fingers slid to my back rolls. As he squished them between his fingers, he whispered, "You asked for it all."
"Wh-what did you do to me?" My voice sounded embarrassingly high for someone so big.
