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SO true though hashtag #make fat men

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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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Imagine: Filled Out Kitty

What's ahead: an extended weight gain/tf imagine story about the fattening that results when the protag's witch roommate accidentally transforms them into a house cat.

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Imagine you become roommates with a timid-seeming girl who practices witchcraft. You don't think much of it at first since she's an exemplary roommate otherwise, until you end up inadvertently consuming one of her potions from out of the fridge (perhaps mistaking it for a regular milkshake). The next morning you wake up in your bed feeling strange--and you realize you've been transformed into a cat!

After taking a moment to get used to your new bearings you go and meow incessantly at the door to your roommate's room, knowing immediately that she's the reason this has happened. After quite a bit of confusion and struggle, you are able to get her to realize what has happened, and she's rightly horrified. She explains that the potion you drank was experimental, that she had no clue it would do this and she unfortunately has no clue how to turn you back.

So, you're stuck as a cat for the time being. You're rightly annoyed by this, but you quickly begin to realize the many benefits to being a cat. You get to laze around and nap all day, and it feels so much better to do so when covered in fur. Your old surroundings suddenly feel new again in your new form, full of chances for exploration. There's also, well...the food.

Your roommate, out of both guilt at what she'd done and inexperience with taking care of cats, ends up feeding you more or less to your heart's content. For some reason you don't register exactly how much food you should be eating at your new size, and so you accept as however much you're given (although she does make sure to exclude food toxic to cats). Eating human food as a cat also feels all the more indulgent somehow.

Of course, these eating habits almost immediately leads to you beginning to pile the pounds onto your now much smaller frame. It's hard to notice at first underneath all the fluff, however. This initial added jiggle makes you all the more comfortable to pet, something your roommate starts to enjoy more and more. At first you found it awkward, until you realized being stroked was quite enjoyable. Soon you were purring as she stroked your growing belly after every meal.

Your roommate also continues to furiously research a reversal to your condition. She constantly updates you on her progress, although you find yourself caring less and less about the prospect of becoming human again. However, you are hit with a shock one day when she confronts you as you laze on a windowsill. She says sadly that she's deduced from her research that the longer you stay a cat, the more you will mentally become one. This explains why you've become more and more content with lying in sunbeams and eating all day, but you're still present enough to be shocked by the news.

This information almost seems to send your roommate's sense of guilt into overdrive, so she plies you even more with food and sweets. You find yourself with an increasing appreciation for actual cat food, so she makes sure to supply you with the fanciest wet food at your every command.

You've started to round out intensely at this point, your belly bowing out and completely eliminating any suggestion of a waist you'd had previously. When standing your tummy sticks out obviously from your sides, and when sitting it pools as a furry mass between your legs. You begin to notice that it's harder and more painful to move around on your legs, but since you spend most of your days lounging you don't really care. Your roommate, for her part, seems to find you cuter for all the weight you've gained, and takes to calling you her "roly-poly kitty".

It isn't until your roommate happens to have a friend over (someone who doesn't know about your condition, since it's been months since you were turned) that your plight is finally discovered. At one point as the two sit and talk over coffee, you lumber in after your latest meal and walk up to the couch where your roommate sits. You lazily attempt to jump up onto it with her, but of course you're a bit too weighty to actually do so. You need only look up at your roommate in order for her to reach down to lift you onto the couch, eliciting a groan from both her and the couch in the process. Your lay there on your side like a sack of potatoes, belly splayed out before you.

"dude, your cat is FAT" your roommate's friend comments.

Your ears perk up slightly, but it's been a while since things like body image were of any concern to you.

"Oh I know, isn't it a cutie?" Your roommate asks, reaching out to jiggle your belly slightly (something you're very accustomed to by now).

"No, I mean like, REALLY fat. I don't think it's healthy."

"....Oh" Says your roommate, looking down at you with a frown.

You do not realize the significance of this exchange at the time, but later your roommate makes an attempt to explain that she's going to have to put you on a diet and start feeding you like a normal cat. You've no longer had much interest in concepts like "diets" and "normal" for a while now, but a memory does stir in you when you're met with only one measly can of wet food mixed with kibble for breakfast and dinner respectively.

Compared to the buffet you'd been used to for the past few months, this new "normal cat diet" leaves you feeling absolutely starved. You find yourself wailing and scratching at your roommates door for hours each day as your stomach screams out in emptiness. Usually you do manage to wheedle a few extra cans out of her, but still not enough to sate your burning hunger.

This hunger seems to accelerate your mind's transition into that of a cat, as it consumes all other thoughts in your brain. It comes to a head when your roommate goes out for the day after feeding you only one tiny bowl of food and a handful of treats. Within an hour you are howling with hunger, and your one-track mind leads you to the cupboard where your roommate keeps the kibble. In an uncharacteristic flash of human intelligence, you manage to get the cabinet open and push the bag out onto the floor, scattering food everywhere.

Hunger the only thing on your mind you begin to absolutely gorge yourself on the spilled kibble. You do this until you're full, only taking breaks to drink from your water bowl, and then pass out in a food coma before waking up to start the whole process over. By the time your roommate makes it home you're lying immobile on your back on the kitchen floor, having consumed the entire bag and only thrown up twice.

Your roommate is of course horrified when she gets home to find you a bloated mess. She kneels besides you rubbing your distended belly as she scolds you.

"I can't believe you really did that! hopefully you'll be ok... I guess I found the answer to reversing your spell just in time!" She says brightly, pulling a book out of her bag to show to you. You're too blissed out to respond with more than a weak meow as you fall back into sleep.

You wake up in your bed--someplace you actually haven't slept in a while--but something's strange. Everything feels heavy, but even more than usual. You slowly open your lids to realize with shock that you've been turned back into a human.

As you look at yourself you realize the true implications of your stuffing the past few months. The obesity of your cat body has translated into the obesity of your human body, complete with your huge rotund belly spread out between nearly useless appendages. Your cat-sized stuffing has also resulted in a human-sized bloat, giving your already large belly a domed-out look. Without a doubt none of the clothes in your wardrobe would even have a chance of fitting anymore. You look nothing like your former human self, having completely taken on the physical weight of your cat self, and you're still too mentally checked out to mind all that much. You reach out and begin to rub the top of your massive belly to soothe it, AND Finally you realize your roommate is standing at the edge of the bed waiting for you to wake up.

"I'm so sorry it happened this way..." She says, taking in your now massive body. "I promise I'll take care of you just like I did before, since it's my fault you ended up like this."

You rub your stomach thoughtfully for a second, then ask; "Will you come rub my tummy for me like you usually do? Some of it is hard for me to reach."

Her face breaks out in a huge smile, and she approaches you on the bed. "Of course I will. And in just a bit I'll make you something to eat as well. I bet you'll be happy to have human food again." Her hand lands comfortably on the lower part of your belly and rubs it just as tenderly as usual.

You nod, your new fleshy chins jiggling. To be honest, you're not really feeling picky as to what food it is, but you don't tell her that. "Yes I'd--uurp--Like that. I think I'll be hungry again soon."

Your stomach rumbles as if on cue, and she grins at you again. In another life you might have thought she'd somehow planned all of this on purpose, but in your current one you're too happy to care.

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Repost from my deviantart, Jock wg transformation

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The Orc King

A bit of a longer one :P sorry for inactivity!

(Also couldn't find any clothing appropriate images so just imagine that Pate has clothes on <3)

The crisp evening air gave way to a thick smokey haze as Hal entered the 'Pigs. It was the tavern he frequented most often throughout his short career as an adventurer, and he always coming back following a hard day of questing. There were always people around, he recalled, adventurers, magicians and thieves and the like, but around now was when it was busiest. The air was filled with loud drunken chatter and the dull thunks of a tankard hitting wood. When he saw through the crowded room that there was a stool still empty stool right up at the bar he thanked the gods.

“The usual?” asked the barkeep, a squat, pug-nosed woman, when he sat down

“You know it Helga” He gave her a worn smile

As she filled a mug with thick yeasty ale, his attention shifted to the man beside him. Built like a plowhorse, he wore a boiled leather vest a sweat-stained tunic, emphasizing tightly, emphasizing the hefty muscle and sizeable gut that bulged out from his arms and torso. Two wide shoulders framed him, with wide and strong arms that connected to rough hands, calloused and brown from years of hard work. He smelt of leather and sweat, and when he looked over and caught Hal staring, a cheeky smile came across his bearded face.

“You come here often?” was the only thing Hal could think of saying before he felt a red flush come across his cheeks

The stranger gave a chuckle “Nah, I'm new in this area. The names Pate”

Pate shook the Hals hand, crushing fingers under his grip

“you a regular?”

“I’m Hal, and yeah, I do come here often. This is where I come after my quests”

They were interrupted by a sharp clearing of Helga's throat. “two silvers”

Pate dropped a fat golden coin on the counter.

“Will this do for tonight for me and my bud?”

He had never seen Helga move so quickly as he did then.

“Yes Yes, of course” she said, snatching it and giving a cautionary bite, before another customer called he over

Hal must have looked as shocked as he felt because Pate chucked again when his eyes reached him.

“How do you have that kind of money? That coin is worth what I earn in an entire year!”

“Believe it or not, I’m secretly royalty,” he winked.

Hal's jaw dropped

“I'm just jesting," an affectionate hand patted Hal on the back "came across a Wizard that was traveling on his way over here, said he was transporting an ancient artifact. He hired me, called me his “extra muscle" He took a sip of ale "we were ambushed, turns out I wasn't much help. I don't even remember how I was knocked out, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the road with the mother of all headaches and a chest full of treasure, with and this on top.” He held out a small hollow green tube, rubberlike and the width and length of an ear of corn, an inscription along the side reading in an alien script

“Dunno why they left that chest, and everyone was gone, so I took the valuables as payment and decided to complete the mission I had been hired for. Do you know any places here that have anything to do with orcs? the old wizard was talking about them when we were on the road”

“Whoah, that's crazy, You've probably got more money now than i'll ever see in my life as an adventurer” He studied the table “I might've heard some stuff about them as a kid, they say that they live in these local woods. You know, it's kind of dangerous if you would go out searching here… you know..” he looked into Pate’s dark brown eyes and his cheeks were red again, but not off drink

”...without a guide” he quickly distracted himself with his ale, trying to mask his embarrassment with the thick yeasty drink.

“Say, why don't we go on an adventure together then? Might be that I can't go back home now, since the Magician's colleagues would hang me for a thief if they knew I took the gold. You seem as good a partner in crime as any”. A thick hand lightly caressed Hal’s thigh. The younger man's gaze returned to Pate’s eyes, cheeks like raspberries as he tried to ignore the stirring in his nethers.

"What do you say? Partners?”

“Yes!” Hal said, a little too quickly.

“Good.” he spat on his hand and held it out for a shake, a gesture which Hal reciprocated.

A short few hours of talking made Has feel as if he had known Pate for years, and before they knew it the 'pigs were closing for the night.

They found a soft bed of moss out in the woods that surrounded the tavern to set up camp. A cool night breeze blew pleasantly on the pair as they lay down from their first night as partners.

Pate wrapped his bulky arms around Hals's reclining body, moving in for a spooning. Hal could feel hot breath on his neck, and the warmth of Pate’s larger body radiating into him, but most of all he felt a hardness pressing upon his lower back. He felt his own member begin to twitch as rough hands rubbed across his body, absently stroking and folding the mounds and crevices of his lithe body. His own hand moved up to meet one of Pate’s as it folded his pecs.

“You like this?” he heard Pate murmur

Hal turned around to gaze into his green eyes, illuminated by the starlight

“Do you?”

They plunged their lips together, the taste sweet on each other's mouths. Hal tore Pate’s tunic over his head and tossed it, revealing a sturdy chest, pelted with the same dark wiry hairs that scratched Hal's face. His nipples were two dark diamonds in the starlight, his body smelling of sweat and leather and dirt. Hal’s lips moved down, taking his right nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Pate gave a soft moan and pressed his right hand into Hal’s fluffy brown curls.

Suddenly, A voice came into Hal's head. Deep and rumbling it told him, commanded him. His hand reached into the satchel that lay beside them, fingers securing around the thick green pipe that Pate had shown him earlier that night, only now it was softer and slightly moist.

Like he had done it a hundred times, Hal tore down Pate’s britches, revealing a long mast that stood proudly in the night. Before he could say anything, Pate was overwhelmed by a sense of otherworldly pleasure as his cock pushed into the soft green material, pulsing madly in the warm cocoon.

Hal’s member was next, sliding in to meet his partner’s cock within the strange object, their pre intermingling as they did. They embraced again for another long kiss. Where the skin of the two men met, It seemed stuck together, seeming as though Hal was sinking into Pate's embrace. From these points, a dark green shade overtook their previous skin tones. Hal's torso sank blissfully into the warmth of Pate’s huge chest, his own body losing form as their insides homogenized. Where their two cocks had once come together, a fat green monster, long and thick as a beer bottle now stood, leaking warm wetness across its engorged mushroom head. Their arms and legs merged, becoming engorged with muscle and fat with the same evergreen hue as their member. From where Hal’s ass and back had been, pushed out an imposing muscle gut, covered with long wiry red hairs that grew into a Forrest as down to his crotch. framing this impressive green orb were two meaty pecs that pushed out of his chest like fat hairy cones. A massive green hand reached down to stroke the tower of flesh between his thighs, sending tidal waves of pleasure that broke the two men’s brains. Their faces merged together, individuality melting away like butter in a pan, features rearranged to create something new and exciting. His nose became bulbous, pushing out from a wild tangle of long red hairs that grew across the new creature's face, forming a wild untamed beard. His eyes darkened to black, lower canine teeth pushing out to form two intimidating tusks. The hair remaining from the heads of Pate and Hal fell away, leaving a shiny scalp dripped with rivulets of perspiration. Memories appeared to the creature that had been Hal and Pate, slow simple messages that even an orc-like him could understand

“I Ugrull”

“Orc king”

“Must make kingdom”

He climaxed, a torrent of potent hot green cum blasting in a torrent across his mountainous torso, leaking down across his back. Deep down, Ugrull knew that all a man had to do was smell his seed to become overcome with lust, to submit to him. They would want nothing else but to take his hot thick Warhammer of a cock down their puny human throats, for their king to make them his orc slaves. “Humans submit, become sons”, he thought as his fingers glided across his slick belly, grinning wildly. He would be the greatest incarnation of the orc king this world had ever seen before.

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Forcemascing a feedee and giving him appetite enhancers and weed gummies to see how much of a complete and total glutton you can turn him into

absolutely love this also love the idea of gender affirming by calling him things like "hey big guy!!!" "big man whats up" "big boss" "big dog" everywhere he goes hes man spreading

take up space!!! command the room!!! be the biggest guy in the room

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Reincarnated as a fat goblin warlord? I’m too nice to run an evil empire!

In a strange twist of fate, shy, nerdy college student Bertha Matsumoto finds herself reborn into the world of her favorite fantasy novel… as Urzah the Insatiable, the cruel, rapacious, and extraordinarily rotund main villainess! Far too gentle and sweet-natured to be truly evil, Bertha must struggle to stay in character as she learns to manage her hordes of underlings, keep herself from being slain by the Forces of Good, and get used to her bottomless new appetite… and she thought college was hard enough!

(This idea was sparked by seeing an ad for an anime with a broadly similar premise, except the protagonist immediately lost weight and spent the rest of the story as a generic skinny anime girl… needless to say, Bertha/Urzah here is NOT losing the weight!)

Alt for those who would like a more detailed background!

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Believe it or not, the Captain used to be relatively svelte when she first joined the Interstellar Patrol as a sweet, starry-eyed young ensign! But as she worked her way up the ranks, her attitude and waistline swelled in equal measure, until she finally became the bossy, blustering blimp we all know and love!