Am i trash for telling my mom shes making me fat? by zvorrg, literature
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Am i trash for telling my mom shes making me fat?
A couple of years ago, I(34f) lost my job due to the company I worked for going into financial trouble. My husband at the time didn’t work which caused us to struggle for money and eventually led to him abandoning me and our 3 children (9f, 7f and 5m). Because of this, my parents (65m and 64f) offered to let us move back in with them for a while. Everything was fine, but after a few weeks I noticed that the food being given to us was both unhealthy and given in very large quantities. I didn’t want to offend my mom so instead of bringing it up with her, I offered to do some of the cooking instead. However, she insisted it was all done by her because she “enjoys it”. Reluctantly, I obliged and just thought “I’ll just leave most of it”. The problem with this, is that she started offering anything I didn’t eat to the children who ALWAYS ate ALL of it since they didn’t realise how bad it was for them. I also didn’t want to talk about this with the children because creating a fear about
It was a quiet day in town. Alex, a 16 year old boy with short brunette hair, green eyes was walking through town wearing a tank top and baggy pants, wandered through however while he wandered he saw this man holding a sign reading 'join piggys4life' the man was near a truck as well…. Alex being the curious mind he is, walked up to the man "yo… the hell is piggys4life?" A smile spreads across the man's face "why piggys4life is where we find anyone of any gender and take them to our facility, feed them every day, they get their own room, maids and get paid 500 million dollars a day for doing nothing!!" It sounded too good to be true…. 500 million a day for just doing nothing?... but Alex was also a cocky boy so being the fool they are he said "oh okay mr piggy…. Where do I sign?? I'll join this cult." "It's not a cult…" Alex then quickly shushed him "its a cult dude," signing the contract but however he didn't read the fine print at all which would become his undoing… the man smiles as he then leads Alex into the back of the truck "oh sir you will not regret this one big, I MEAN BIT!!" Locking the back of the truck with it quickly started to move as the man drove Alex all the way towards the feeding facility…. Once the truck was brought to a halt Alex was helped out of it by two other employees both being chubby women "my my hey young man…" "so kind of you to join us!" Speaking like the twins from the shining "it's no bother ladies… so uhh what's gonna happen to me…" fear was in his time as they brought him inside, once they brought him through he saw fat people all around in all different sizes and a door to a room which said 'piggy pen' as he looked through the glass window all he saw were naked men and women eating from a trough which had a pink slop… all of them guzzling it down like pigs…. Everyone in there was on all fours but with their blobby bodies being so big their fat lifted them off the floor…. Shit also surrounded them all with flies buzzing around the place. "Don't worry young man, that place isn't for you…. Yet." the women lead the boy to his room which was an enormous bed 500x his size, some 'slop dispensers' which all had various flavours ranging from their classic piggy pink all the way to things like chocolate, cinnamon, banana, orange, cherry, strawberry… it even had a calorie input which let you pick how many calories you would want… "Welcome Alex! To your very own room at piggys4life!!" Alex looks around the room with calmness which was just a facade "oh sweet… uhh ya know I thought I was signing up for uhhh…. a fitness programme!" Thinking of excuses to try and get himself out of this hell however one of the chubby employees brought out a picture of his signed contract and puts a magnifying glass over the fine print and it read 'once signed you can not leave the facility.' But as this was read another person entered the room and it was Alex's childhood friend Sammy who was a tall woman, 17, long black hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt which had nirvana on it, bright blue eyes, freckles and a confused look "oh my god Sammy?" He instantly hugged her but then another person came into Alex's room it was his other best friend Noah who was a muscular 17 year old who had a red shirt on with shorts, short black spiky hair and grey eyes, all three were confused especially Alex whose room was only made for him but then the room extended in height and width, beds were rolled in as the employees stripepd them all naked with Alex covering his penis, Sammy covering her breasts and vagina however Noah was just confused still not even trying to cover himself "woow…. It's big…." An employee said blushing with the other lady slapping her to get her back to normal "snap out of it slut! Remember our job?" Then the employees help Sammy and Noah into bed, then both of them get Alex into bed. Then before they left they activated a button which made tubes lower from the ceiling "these are the feeding tubes, enjoy our patent pending piggy pink slop! its only got 500 trillion quintillion calories…." Smiling before they left and watching the three on cams, the tubes go into their mouths and pour the pink slop right down their throats with some leaking out of their mouths only to dribble onto their chins… moaning filled the room while they drank it all, their weight expanding rapidly as well with the employees and boss watching as they all went from their own disgusting small sizes to enormous blobs and whilst employees all over the facility watched some were mumbling to one another "oh imagine what they're gonna be like once they use our feeder toilets." All giggling with glee and going back to feeding the other members of Piggys4life, not even cleaning them at all….
The American Obesity Problem by LightningRodOfHate, literature
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The American Obesity Problem
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fi
Fatting vacation part eleven by Alexnicu, literature
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Fatting vacation part eleven
The fact that Susette might be pregnant shocked her very much so she confided in her best friend Toni Quinn's mother lately I've been more hungry and a bit sick said Susette well have you and Tommy talk about this yet asked Toni no because I still don't know if I'm pregnant or not so I'll do a test to see later said Susette the funny thing is Tommy and I and the kids have been so happy here eating that I feel like this is home said Susette then she had a idea should we move to rubi cabana the end of part eleven
Attack of the Blob Men by LilFeedingDevil, literature
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Attack of the Blob Men
[[Content includes feederism elements, force feeding, rapid weight gain, extreme weight gain, excessive fat, and strange aliens]] Luke woke up that morning before the sun had even risen, did his warm up exercises, showered, then ate a breakfast of egg whites and whole grain toast and watched the early morning news. There were reports of strange weather patterns all across Europe and Asia, thick purple clouds gathering over cities that baffled meteorologists. Luke did not pay it any real mind, turning off the tv. Then he put on his jacket and jogged the 10 miles to the gym. Luke’s workout was intense, it always was, and he spent much of it doing crunches and other core workouts. When he was ready to cool down, he got onto a stationary bike to pedal a couple miles and wind down. Even with the jog over to the gym and his lengthy workout, it was still before 7am, and he had another hour before his shift. Since he worked at the supermarket next door, he was not too concerned, he just
Kelly was 28 years old, and she was a work alcoholic. She was pretty, had short black hair, and weighed 120 lbs. Kelly was the type of girl every guy wanted, but sadly she wasn’t interested. Kelly was a professional always dressed in a black skirt and in a white blouse. She never was into dating or taking breaks and she was obsessed with being on time and being organized. However, one day Kelly was going to be late, and she was rushing through the streets.
“Come on, move out of the way,” she yelled. “I can’t be late, not today.”
Kelly rushed through the streets and didn’t stop for any red lights or s
Tom was sitting down on his mobility couch, resting peacefully as a total disgusting immobile mess *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!* sharting still even though his couch was becoming more and more filthy, his mom entered the room "hi –aaaaaaah– honey –aaaah– how are you?" She asked him but Tom noticed she had a tube in her hand "are you –wheeeeezee– trying to gain more weight?" He asked and then a tube was shoved into his mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* Ms Jones then inserted one into her mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the two both gained extreme amounts of weight. Later Ms Jones looks at her son who had finished the entire first batch "good –aaaaah– job honey…" she said as she began to move her immobile arms to grab his belly "well ------huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufff------ better get bigger…" jugs of lard were the force fed to Tom *glug,glug,glug,glug* Ms Jones watches her sons moobs sag down until they touch the floor "your boobs are –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh—bigger than mine…" she states as she gropes them *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the jugs of extra, extra thick and chunky lard he drank make him more slow and immobile. The very next day Tom broke the couch he sat on and was on the floor, he couldn't even move a finger now, his mom then has robot arms grab his ass cheeks and spreads them apart *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* he sharts out the most rancid, disgusting misty mess and his mom smiles "so cute~~" she said as her son became more disgusting "now honey –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh— I'm gonna go to work, love you." She said as the couch rolls her out of the house. Tom rested peacefully until there was a knock at his door "robot arms –aaaaaah– open the door…." He ordered then and what rolled in through the door Tom loved, he saw Mavis, Hana, Olivia and Rachel roll in with more buckets of lard, chocolate, cake, butter and pizza "hey big boy~" Hana said as she was rolled off of her couch, then Olivia grabs a tube filled with the lard and shoves it into his ass, pumping it into him which made the back of him bigger "wait –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh— I'm full, don't fe–" *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* they force down lard *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* the more he drinks the more immobile he becomes "ssshhhh…" Mavis told him as they all feed him more and more each minute. Later Tom filled up the entire room with his immobile blobby body, his moobs touched the floor and the same for every single flab "look –aaaaaaaaaaah– at me!!" He tried to raise his arms but he couldn't "alright that's –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— our jobs done…" the girls have their couches roll them out except for Rachel who was immobile on Tom's blanket belly "babe —-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I think I'm stuck…." She tells him, the two having to wait until Ms Jones comes back home. Two weeks later Ms Jones had made sure Rachel and Tom couldn't move, she had fed them to the point where they couldn't move their fingers, they had to move to a hanger because they were so big, they even had tubes in their asses to pump lard into them, Ms Jones then had a monitor held by a robot arm placed in front of them so they weren't bored "my –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— goodness…" Ms Jones looks in the mirror to see her belly was the only thing in the frame, she then has a robot feed her *chomp,chomp,chomp,gulp* her belly getting bigger and bigger "mom…. I need more." Tom said and then a giant jug with extra, extra, extra thick lard was poured down his throat *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug*  his body blanketing more and more of the area in the hanger. Ms Jones then tries to get off the couch, she stood up for the first time in a while, her blubber jiggling, she grabs her pregnant belly and tries to lift it up "I can –aaaaaah– still stand?" She said surprised, her breasts sagging down to the floor "make me –aaaaah– the size of the hanger…." She demanded and so she was forced to drink tubs of lard *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug*   Ms Jones was now four times bigger than her son and Rachel *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* the fumes filling up the entire hanger "babies…. Stop kicking…" she demanded but the babies kept kicking "my –aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh– look at you three…. So big." Miss Olivia said who was standing on a balcony "after I invented –aaaaaaah– a cure to immobility I decided," then the three blobs were in a circle, with the doors to the hanger opening, to reveal ten trucks with canisters of lard, chocolate, paste, butter and many more things "to feed you three for a long time." Then large chutes were placed right in front of them, lard being poured down it, forcing the blobs to drink as much as they can *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* Olivia watches their bodies begin to grow immensely, sweat dripping from their folds and rolls, "good, good, keep drinking until you all are the size of the hanger!" She said as they all continued to grow. Couple days later The hanger was filled with the stench of the most rancid, filthy farts to leave their asses and the hanger was stretched out due to the blobs blubber, the three had tubes shoot lard into their mouths, each little movement they had made them immensely exhausted and caused the feeding to increase, more people were also added to the prison, like Sarah, Beth, Hana and Mavis who were all hanger sized blobs that were caught in Olivia's trap, forced to drink the WG shake and become more and more heavy. Tom's moobs were touching all of the other girls' boobs and the fumes caused the place to wreak, Tom didn't care at the fact that if he tried to move he would sweat buckets "alright you lot, time for an eating contest!!" Olivia states as she began to feed them all WG shake *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* as she fed them all like pets they all gained more and more until Olivia was transfixed on making them all bigger with the gas getting worse and worse *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* the fumes getting trapped in the hanger along with it stretching out more and more until *CRRRAAAAAASH!!!!!* the hanger breaks and the blubber, fumes and sweat leaks out of the broken hanger "oh no, seems I'll need to purchase a bigger hanger." Olivia said as she was now on the belly of the blobs "well I guess you all win the contest, now I'm gonna have a new, bigger hanger made so you all can be mine~" A few weeks later The blobs were all put in a new, bigger, wider hanger that was already boxed with fumes *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!* Tom tries to move but he couldn't move an inch, it was same for everyone else as well, the blubber prison is what it would be called "you look so beautiful~" Olivia called Tom as his ass was pumped up with WG shake  "let….. –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee– …..me…. Go!" He asked her as he moves his fingers "shhhh shhhhh, you like girls with big butts right?" She asked him as she kneels down "yeah…."  She then lifts her ass in the air "I promise that one day, you'll get this ass, then I'll marry you~" she told him as she pulls down a tube that makes him grow immensely *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* "good boy, remember to outgrow them." She told him as he continued to grow (miss Olivia sure is sexy, that plump, tender ass is looking so good~~ just sit on me already) he thought as Olivia listened to him burst with sharts *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* stench stinking up the giant, seemingly infinite hanger but then Tom noticed that every other blob wasn't in the hanger anymore which concerned him a little (wait…. Where did everyone go?) He asked himself but Miss Olivia laughs "foolish fatty, took you this long to figure out I moved every other blob to a different location and guess what? They'll get fatter and fatter, I'll make so much money off them as well!!" She states and as Tom tries to move but fails and Miss Olivia could just laugh "then I'll make every human so immobile they need help with every little thing." She said but then someone waddles into the hanger "police!!" Olivia sighs as she slides down Tom's belly and faces the police, taking the tube out of his mouth as well "Olivia Lin –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– you will pay for –aaaaaaaaaaaaah– what you did!" The police aim their stun guns at Olivia but then she puts the tube in her mouth *glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug,glug* her body growing fatter and fatter each minute. Later Olivia had grown to be ten times bigger than Tom, her massive belly blanketing the police officer, her ass smothering Tom and having outgrew the hanger, now just being a giant hanger sized blob  "well –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— I guess… i lose…" she said while getting a custom to her new size, Tom was incredibly small compared to just her ass "I need *BWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP!!!!!!!!!!!!* to –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssp– cure myself…." She said but she couldn't move one single bit *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!* one bit of movement caused a giant shart to erupt from her "no…. It –aaaah– can't be –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– like this!" She said but then she realised how sexy she was and so she decided to make Tom big just like her. Many weeks later Tom and Olivia were now 'married' but that's only because Tom was immobile and was forced to get bigger, they had tubes in their asses that pumped lard into them to keep them fat and extracted the sharts from them, "Tom…. Sweetie…." Olivia was helpless and she loved it "I can't… stop the machine…" she said to Tom who was too focused on Olivia's blobby body "I can't –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah— even push –aaaaaah– the button to give me the cure…." She said as she tries to move her toes which were encumbered in rolls "that –aaaah– means –wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee– we're stuck like this….." she told him as they kept getting pumped up with more stuff "we'll –aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah– outgrow…. the hanger…. Then the country –gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssp— the continent and then –aaaah– everything else…." She states and so Olivia and Tom must face the fact they will get bigger and bigger.
Paradise Found- Chubby!Fizzarolli X Asmodeus by zimantha87, literature
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Paradise Found- Chubby!Fizzarolli X Asmodeus
Asmodeus might not have been the true king of hell, but damn did he feel like it some days. Sure, he was a Lord, one of the most powerful demons in the whole realm, but days like this really made him feel like he was truly on top of the underworld. Although he had been alive for thousands of years, the past 15 years had been the best in eons, and all thanks to the certain “little” imp who stole his heart. Fizzaroli, his longtime partner and now husband, had been the biggest light in the Lord of Lust’s life, and today was the perfect opportunity to let the imp know how much he was truly loved. Today was their 5th anniversary and Ozzie was determined to make his lover feel like a king too. Ozzie had already been up for several hours now preparing for their romantic evening together, but he knew that Fizz had probably not even gotten out of bed yet. He chuckled to himself, remembering the days when Fizz would be up at the crack of dawn, waking him up with an air horn. But ever since Fizz was strictly “employed” by only him, he rarely was ever awake before 10 am. Afterall, his only official job was being the emcee for Ozzie’s club, so why should he rush to get ready for work when it was only a few flights of stairs away? Ozzie knew he was always a little lazy and that was fine with him. He deserved to be after all he had been through in his short life. Ozzie made sure to have the servants keep Fizz occupied at least until noon so that he could finish the night’s preparations. He had closed the club for the night, keeping the place completely private for the two of them. He wanted tonight to be special for Fizz and wanted him entirely to himself for the evening. Five years of marriage is a milestone for any couple, even humans, but especially for them due to their mixed class/species relationship. Most of the time, demons of mixed classes only had short flings together, and marriage was rarely ever on the table. It was unheard of for a Lord to marry any being below a sinner (aka Lucifer). But for the Lord of Lust, who formerly used to stick his dick in anything that moved, to not only be in a committed relationship for over a decade and a half, but for that partner to be an imp was almost unbelievable. Ozzie himself never thought he’d even be in a relationship for longer than a couple years, let along agreeing to eternal monogamy with anyone, so this milestone really meant a lot to him. He even had a special gift for Fizz tonight that had been in the works for many years now. Before he knew it, it was well past noon and Ozzie was already missing his love. His crew had the rest of the decorating and dining preparations covered for tonight. He trusted his subjects and knew they’d pull through. He made one last quick visit to the chef to remind him to make a couple extra desserts, just in case Fizz’s sweet tooth got the best of him tonight, and made his way to the penthouse elevator. He entered their private quarters and was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights in the world in his eyes: Fizz just being his normal goofy self and playing with their quieves on the floor. A big smile was painted his face before shutting the door, alerting all 6 little critters and his husband that he returned. The little critters ran over to their papa, barking like crazy and jumping at his legs to get some attention. “Hey little buddies!” He cooed at their pets, giving each one a pet on the head before turning his attention back to Fizz, who still sat on the floor, giving attention to Precious, his favorite of the quieves. This little pup had always been far more attached to Fizz than Ozzie and both men knew it was because Fizz always gave her special attention due to her disabilities. She was in a wheelchair and partially blind, so why wouldn’t he spoil her just a bit more than the rest? Plus, he could unfortunately really relate to her situation, having artificial legs and all. “Good morning, dear,” Ozzie hummed, walking over to his husband, the rest of the pups trailing behind him. “I see you’ve gone to the dogs this morning.” “Hey Oz,” Fizz answered with a small laugh. “Yeah, they wanted me to play with them, and you know I couldn’t resist these cute little faces!” “Any reason you’re on the floor?” The lord asked, bending over to see his husband’s face. “Precious and Petunia were fighting over a rope toy and they started growling at each other. I figured I would intervene before things got messy, and then they all just sorta swarmed me with affection. So they all got belly rubs and cuddles once the ‘fight’ was over.” “Need some help up?” Ozzie asked, offering his hand to assist. “Yeah…” Fizz sighed with a bit of a blush on his pale face, grabbing Ozzie’s large hand and readying himself. With a groan, the imp slowly pulled his heavy body off the ground with his husband’s help. Even with the newly altered prosthetics, Fizz still had some trouble getting around sometimes. But Ozzie never once minded and was always eager to help his love no matter the situation. In a moment, he was back on his feet and ready to go about his day. “Thanks for that. Still getting used to how these new legs feel and I guess I might’ve put a bit too much pressure on them.” “No sweat, babe,” Ozzie said, caressing his chubby cheek with his thumb. “If you’re still having trouble with them in the next couple weeks, let me know and I can make some tweaks to them. They’re able to expand as much as needed and I can always adjust the endoskeleton for additional strength.” Fizz nodded before walking onto Ozzie’s hand to be lifted up on his shoulder to be eye level with his husband. “I saw the flowers you left me this morning. Thank you and happy anniversary to you too!” The imp said as he wrapped his extendable arms around Ozzie’s torso. “You’re always welcome, Froggy,” the lord said before giving his husband a sweet kiss. He noted how much heavier Fizz felt on his shoulder this time, bringing a little smirk to his face. Ever since Fizz quit working for Mammon, their lives had only changed for the better. There was one rather change that was unexpected for the both of them though, and that was the not so small elephant in the room of Fizz’s expanded body. He never told Ozzie about it prior to quitting, but Mammon had kept him on a rather unhealthy, super strict diet while he was under his control. Back then, Ozzie just assumed that Fizz was naturally thin and just couldn’t really eat a lot. He never really noticed that Fizz rarely ate sugar or many carbs at all during the first decade of their relationship, as he required much more food simply due to his much larger size. He just assumed that imps really just couldn’t eat much, that is until Fizz quit. A few months after Fizz quit, the imp slowly regained his appetite after realizing that he no longer had to sustain himself on less than 1000 calories a day. And like clockwork, the pounds began to pile on his formerly thin and wispy frame. He was devastated at first, but after Ozzie reassured him that he loved him no matter his size, he quickly learned to accept his body and however it was meant to change. About a year after Fizz quit, he was officially overweight and while he was embarrassed about the press poking fun at him, Ozzie on the other hand was absolutely infatuated with his lover’s changed physique. Ozzie had never been with a larger partner before, but as soon as Fizz’s belly began to hang over his pants, Ozzie was hooked on the chubby look. He knew chubby chasing and feedism were fairly common kinks, but he never thought it would be his thing until Fizz became larger. After some experimentation and communication, Ozzie and Fizz eagerly accepted the roles of feeder and feedee, and it definitely showed over the years. 4 years later, Fizz was now obese and very happy with the way his life was. He hadn’t gotten on the scale in a while, but Ozzie believed that he probably weighed somewhere around 375 pounds now, much heavier than his previous 120 pounds he was under Mammon’s control. Fizz never really liked weighing himself, mostly because of the bad memories associated with Mammon screaming at him when he was a pound or two over the “acceptable” weight. So Ozzie never pressured him to check on the actual number. He didn’t mind in the slightest, as he was just happy to see his little imp grow in all of the right places. He also always made sure to keep Fizz’s closet stocked with larger sized clothes if he outgrew his old ones. He knew Fizz felt awkward shopping at the big and tall stores, so he had his incubi do that for him. Best of all, Fizz was finally happy and felt fulfilled in life, despite being so heavy. Sure, he had some struggles that came with his larger size, such as having to upgrade his prosthetics to sustain his heavier weight or having to get his jester outfits custom made to fit his 55 inch waist, but those were all trivial problems to the couple. Ozzie would always make sure Fizz had everything he could ever want or need, and that included things to accommodate his heavier figure like reinforced furniture or a larger cab limo for transport. “Rumor has it you have something special planned for tonight,” Fizz chimed. “Want to give me a hint as to what it is?” “I’m gonna kick Tim’s ass for letting the cat out of the bag, but let’s just say I think you’re gonna really enjoy it,” Ozzie responded with a cheeky smirk and wink. “As long as I get fed and fucked tonight, I’m up for anything,” Fizz answered back with a playful growl and sexy smile. He wrapped his pudgy tail around Ozzie’s upper arm, squeezing it tightly before kissing his cheek. This sent shivers down Ozzie’s spine and made his feathers ruffle clear down his tail. “You naughty little brat!” Ozzie said with a chuckle as he walked to their bedroom. “There’s gonna be plenty of that and more. So let’s get dressed and get started on our day of fun.” He lowered Fizz onto the bedroom floor, letting him get ready as he sat on the bed and watched his husband. He could never resist an opportunity to watch Fizz undress, even when he was skinny. Now that he was round and plump, it was even more of a spectacle for the lord. “Want me to put on a show for you?” Fizz teased, popping out his wide hip and making a jokingly sexy pose. Ozzie bit his lip as he watched Fizz’s body jiggle from the sudden movement. This boy was trying to kill him. “As much as I would love that, let’s set that aside for later! We have to be down in Envy by 4 and there’s supposed to be traffic.” “Party poop!” Fizz playfully scoffed as he threw off his tight nightshirt and tossed it to Ozzie on the bed. Fuck, he loved seeing Fizz’s soft middle on display. He wanted to ravage him right then and there, but that would have to wait. He really didn’t want to be late for the show. He had spent a pretty penny on box seats and vip passes for this performance from Fizz’s favorite band, and he didn’t want Fizz to miss out on a moment of the show. Fizz gathered his clothes for the day and went to the bathroom to get ready. Ozzie knew he was still insistent on putting on concealer and other makeup to make his scarred skin look evenly toned. He never fought him on this anymore, as he knew it made Fizz feel more secure about his looks. He also knew Fizz never liked being watched while doing so, as it reminded him too much of Mammon yelling at him to cover all of his imperfections. As much as Ozzie loved Fizz’s natural look, he knew to let Fizz do whatever made him feel best. He scrolled on his phone, asking one of the succubus secretaries to make sure that his gift was still sealed in his private vault in his office and answering a few emails as Fizz got ready for their date. A few moments later, Fizz emerged from the bathroom, freshened up and looking exceptionally handsome to Ozzie. He wore a bit dressier of clothes versus his normal clown like attire for this date, opting for an aqua colored Henley shirt and black jeans. He also wore his black and aqua jester cap, making the ensemble match even better. Fizz was never one for suits and all of that, so this was rather formal for the jester. Best of all, this outfit was just slightly tight on his larger frame. Ozzie could see the outline of his soft belly in the shirt and how he had a prevalent muffin top that was poking out of his pants. And boy did seeing his ass in those “skinny” jeans send sparks to the lord. If Fizz wasn’t careful, he might actually rip those pants right down the middle and Ozzie would certainly have no complaints if he did so. “I hope this works for wherever we’re going,” Fizz said, shoving his phone and wallet into his pockets before doing one last check in the mirror to see if his horn stubs were all the way covered. “Tim said that it wasn’t super fancy, but to look somewhat decent.” “My darling, you look perfect in everything you wear,” Ozzie said, lifting Fizz’s first chin up with his finger and kissing his forehead. Fizz eagerly accepted the affection. “Hey, we might be married, but you still have to wine and dine me tonight to get me in this bed tonight!” Fizz teased, putting his hands on his hips. “Trust me babe, I planned to do just that,” Ozzie answered with a smirk, his fingers wrapping around Fizz’s chubby waist and pinching one of his side rolls. “Especially the dining part for my cute little piggy.” Fizz felt himself blush. Ozzie always knew how to push his buttons, and boy was he playing him like an Xbox. “I look forward to every bite,” he purred back, reaching up for a kiss on the lips, his husband eagerly accepting it. Ozzie put him back on his shoulder and called the driver to bring the limo. The couple said goodbye to their pets for the evening and went on their way to the first part of their special date night. Ozzie took Fizz down to Envy because Fizz’s favorite band was playing a concert there, and due to his lordly privileges, Ozzie was able to get the best seats in the house, along with vip backstage access. Fizz got to meet all the members of the band, taking several photos with all of them, especially the singer who was Fizz’s celebrity crush since he was a kid. Ozzie thought it was adorable that Fizz was so starstruck, despite being a celebrity himself. Even though he had been through several meet and greets on the other side, Fizz acted like an excited teenager when meeting his musical idols. Ozzie also couldn’t help but find Fizz even cuter after looking over their photos and seeing his soft belly peak out from under his shirt when he lifted his arms up. After the backstage tour, they went to their private box seats with an amazing view of the show. The arena was huge, but they had a completely unblocked view of the stage. He got a vip merchandise bag, complete with a custom made 5XL concert t shirt. There was even a small appetizer table and mini bar just for the two of them in this private room, which Fizz of course happily treated himself to throughout the concert. He knew he was going to have quite a big meal later in the evening as Ozzie promised, but he still couldn’t resist grabbing a few slider burgers, chips with queso, and rum drinks during the opening act or in between songs. Plus Ozzie indulged in a few bites and a couple of beers, so he felt better about being a fatty and eating so much in public. Fizz sometimes still was in awe at how Ozzie spoiled him like this, giving him anything he could ever want and more. All of this was for him, as Ozzie didn’t even like this kind of music. He felt so loved as they watched the show, holding Ozzie’s hand through most of the night and even dancing together in private as the band played “their song” that they used as the first dance at their wedding. He couldn’t help but tear up a bit as Ozzie held him close, squeezing his plush lovehandles, and softly sang the romantic song lyrics to him as they slow danced together. Just like his husband, Fizz too felt like a king today. They left the concert well into the later part of the evening with Fizz still reveling in the thrill of the experience. As their limo navigated the wet streets of envy and onto the ferry elevator back up to their home circle, Fizz couldn’t stop smiling in excitement from the night. “Thank you so much for that amazing gift, Oz!” Fizz squealed as he wrapped his extendable arms around his lover’s toned chest and hugging him tight. “Tim said my gift was super special, and he was definitely right! This was incredible and I am so happy with it! I have to tell everyone about it tomorrow at the club!” “You’re very welcome, Froggy, but that was only the first part of your gift,” Ozzie answered, hugging him back. “The best is yet to come and I’m so excited to give you the second piece.” “What in Hell could possibly be a better gift that what you just gave me?! I know I certainly can’t of think of anything!” The imp arched his eyebrow with a little chuckle. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” Ozzie said, a sweet smile on his face, followed by flirty eyes and a sexy whisper. “But first we have a not so little feast waiting for us back home. And my big baby boy better bring his appetite to dinner.” That sent shivers up the imp’s spine and blood to his crotch. He could hardly contain himself at that comment. He never thought he would like feedism either, dealing with issues with his weight since he was a teen due to that asshole of a former boss, but when Ozzie used his smooth as butter voice to praise him for how fat he was getting, all of his concerns and insecurities melted away and he was ready to eat. “When have I ever turned down the chance to stuff myself for you?” Fizz answered with an equally flirty whisper. “Good, because I have plenty of your favorites waiting for you. But when we get home, go back to the bedroom first and change into something comfy and stretchy.” His large hands trailed down to the imp’s fat ass, and tugged at his pant’s tightish waistband that was starting to dig into his soft, pale flesh. “It looks like these pants are getting tight on my pretty boy and as much as I would like to see you burst out of these, I want you to be nice and comfy for this wonderful feast.” Fizz agreed and they kissed again, Ozzie being handsy again and groping at his ass in those tight pants. Satan be damned, this imp was going to be the figurative death of him. The couple soon arrived at their palace and parted with a quick kiss for Fizz to change. Meanwhile, Ozzie went down to his office and opened his secret safe to retrieve Fizz’s most important gift of the night. The gift had been placed in a small box and wrapped in colorful paper matching the pattern of Fizz’s usual jester hat. He stowed the gift in his lapel pocket for safe keeping and went down to the club’s private dining room to reunite with his lover for their evening of food, passion, and fun. Ozzie made it to their special dining suite in the club first, finding that the chefs were just finishing up some of the entrees for the evening and had already set the table for them. Ozzie had this separate wing of the club specially built for them after Fizz accepted that he was into feedism and wanted to do regular feeding sessions with Ozzie. He made the table and chairs especially sturdy, able to withstand over 1000 pounds each just to make sure Fizz would have no issues with sitting on them. He even had it so that the side of the table that Fizz used was rounded out to give his big belly some extra room while eating. Ozzie wanted to make sure his love was always happy and comfortable, especially when they engaged in their naughty, unconventional kinks. Plus there was a reinforced chase lounge in the corner of the room if things got hot and heavy. A few minutes later, Fizz entered the dining room, taking a huge inhale to smell the aromatic food in the air. “That smells amazing!” He said, a huge smile painted on his chubby face. Ozzie instinctively walked towards his husband, admiring his beauty and taking in the whole sight before him. Ozzie’s jaw practically dropped as soon as he laid eyes on Fizz in this new get up. He switched back to his usual bright colored jester cap and had changed into a pair of extremely stretchy and thin light gray yoga pants. Although they were loose around the waist, they did very little to hide the fat Fizz carried below the belt. His ass was exceptionally defined in those pants, with his cute chubby tail swaying behind. Every dimple of cellulite of Fizz’s biological thighs was visible and his pelvic fat pad was accented in these tight pants. Best of all, he wore a deep purple crop top with no sleeves, allowing almost his whole belly to be on display to Ozzie’s delight. How in hell was Ozzie lucky enough to have such a sexy man as his husband? Ozzie pulled him into his arms again, reaching down to kiss him. He looked so fucking hot to him in this that he wanted to simply take him to the bedroom now, but knew he couldn’t until everything was set in place with the gift. Besides, Fizz was hungry and there was no way he’d let his baby boy go to bed (in the best way) hungry. “I take it you like the crop top?” Fizz asked with a cheeky smirk as they broke the kiss. “I fucking love it!” Ozzie purred, nuzzling Fizz’s cheek. “You look so amazing!” “You look pretty good yourself, big daddy,” Fizz cooed back as Ozzie sat him down in his cushioned, reinforced chair. “But I’m starving! Is the food ready yet?” “Almost, but let’s get you started,” Ozzie said, sitting in his chair beside Fizz and handing him a tray with cheesy garlic bread on it. “I don’t want to keep my baby boy waiting for his meal. He’s got a lot to put down tonight and we might as well start strong.” Fizz nodded as he grabbed the first piece of bread and eagerly started digging into the appetizer of his feast. Minutes later, dinner was served and a smorgasbord of assorted Italian dishes was sat in front of the couple, who both knew that most of what was there would be eaten in full by the not so tiny imp at the end of the table. Mountains of pasta, raviolis, lasagna, chicken piccata, meatballs, and other savory, cheese covered dishes were presented to the jester and he couldn’t wait to dig into them. As Fizz went to town on his first plate (filled to brim with meat and carbs), Ozzie made sure to never let his plates get too empty. While Ozzie did eat his fill of the food, he made it his job to keep Fizz eating and to encourage him to do so. Ozzie took his job of being Fizz’s feeder seriously, and wouldn’t let him leave the table without being as stuffed as a Thanksgiving Turkey. He knew Fizz liked doing this much as he did and they both liked pushing Fizz’s limits and his stomach capacity. How else could have gained so much weight in such a small time frame without Ozzie’s help? Every few bites, Ozzie cooed words of encouragement and praise to his bloated lover, who was still going strong despite already eating twice of what he would’ve when he worked for Mammon. It took so long for Fizz to overcome his fear of eating and gaining weight after leaving Mammon. He had a complete panic attack when he first realized he outgrew his original jester performing costume, feeling worthless and terrible for “letting himself go.” Ozzie had worked hard with him to get him overcome his insecurities with his weight, but over time, Fizz came to accept his life as a big man. Once he gained that first 50 pounds, Fizz became so much more confident in himself and his looks after Ozzie’s encouragement. He stopped caring if others judged him for his size and happily took to being the feedee in their relationship. He even did some plus sized modeling gigs now, feeling as desirable as ever in his new body, creating a huge wave of relief over Ozzie. Plus, none of his fans ever had anything bad to say about Fizz’s weight in person. Sure there were a few assholes that had something mean to say online, but Fizz hadn’t encountered anyone irl besides Mammon that would ever insult his weight. Ozzie was convinced that most of these troll accounts online were Mammon using sock puppet accounts or his few remaining fans to try and further smear their reputation. Regardless of that mess, Fizz always got nothing but adoration and praise while working as the host of Ozzie’s club. As he grew larger, his performance routines relied less on acrobatics and dancing and more on singing and comedy. He still had fans coming up to him after every show to say their praises and ask for photos, so Fizz felt very comfortable on stage despite all of the changes. Once Ozzie had finished his own meal, he couldn’t help but watch in awe as Fizzaroli continued to eat without a care in the world with a smile on his face. You would’ve thought this boy was from Gluttony instead of Greed with how he ate. Even after putting away a whole pan of lasagna himself, Fizz was still going to town on the food without slowing much at all. He wondered if Fizz had always had this appetite, but had suppressed it while working for that bastard. He had seen some old photos of Fizz in his youth before working for Buckzo’s circus and saw that Fizz was quite a chubby little tot. Maybe he was just predisposed to being heavier and just naturally had a big appetite? From the few memories Fizz had of his parents, he described his dad as a big guy, but they passed away when he was only 4, so it was all sort of a blur to him. But at the moment, none of that really mattered The only thing that was important now was that Fizz was enjoying himself stuffing his face and making himself sexier for Ozzie and himself. After about an hour of vigorously eating, Fizz leaned back in his chair cradling his bloated, full stomach and proclaiming that he was finished. Ozzie was very impressed with how far Fizz had pushed himself, seeing how there was only a few scraps of pasta and meatballs leftover. He had to have eaten enough calories for an average imp’s week in a single meal, and he hadn’t even made it to dessert yet! “You did so well, baby boy,” Ozzie purred as he placed his large hand over Fizz’s belly, gently kneading it as he kissed his fat, sauce covered cheek. He was groaning a bit and breathing a bit heavy, but he had a satisfied smile on his face. “You ate so much for me and I love you.” “Love you too, Oz,” he panted, adjusting his position to better let Ozzie rub his belly. Ozzie noted that there was very little give to his upper belly, meaning that Fizz was definitely stuffed to the hilt and would probably end up falling asleep here soon. Fizz often fell into a food coma when Ozzie fed him well, but would wake up a few hours later with his stomach growling and wanting more, usually something sweet, which would almost always be followed up by sex. Ozzie obviously had this in mind for this evening, but he still had one last trick up his sleeve for the night before Fizz took his pre-dessert catnap to sleep off all the carbs. He rubbed Fizz’s belly for a few more minutes, praising his lover for how well he ate and how much bigger and sexier all that food was going to make him. Fizz had always had a praise kink, even when he was skinny, so this worked quite well to turn him on and make him smile. Ozzie always played with his chubby tail while waiting for Fizz to get back to reality a bit more from all the food. About 20 minutes later, Fizz was a bit more alert, and while he was still full to the brim, he was able to concentrate on other things now. “You ready for the last part of your present?” Ozzie asked, grabbing his dining chair and moving it to better look at Fizz in the face. “Yep! Though you’ve definitely spoiled me enough for one day already! I feel bad I didn’t get you something more than just the few things that I did. Which by the way, your gift from me is on your vanity. Make sure to use lots of lube with it! … Not with the watch obviously! But with, you know, the toy.” “Fizz you know you never have to get me anything, let alone anything elaborate,” Ozzie chuckled as he sat across from his husband and taking his metal hands in his own. “After a few eons, you’ve gotten pretty much any gift anyone can think of. So don’t worry about what you got me, as I will love it regardless. Especially if lube is a requirement.” “I know, but still,” Fizz said, scooting himself a bit closer to look Ozzie in the eyes better. “Can’t help but feel a bit bad whenever you spoil me so much and I can’t ever repay you for it.” “Fizz, I would spoil you even more if you let me! I would do anything for you, and don’t ever worry about paying me back. You do that enough by simply loving me and being yourself.” The imp blushed a bit with a small smile, feeling the love radiate from the sinly lord. “But all of this leads me to the last gift of the day. A very special one that was years in the making.” Ozzie sat up a bit more to reduce the strain on Fizz’s arms as he began to tell his story of the gift. “As I said before, I’ve been around since the beginning. All 7 of us fallen angels have been there since day one of creation billions of years ago. I’ve been through a lot, seen a lot, and did a lot in that time. But through the millennia, there is one thing I’ve only done once in my long existence, and that was fall in love.” “I’ve had thousands of partners throughout the years and have been quite a few down low relationships in that time, but I never loved any of them before. Then you came along and turned my world upside down, teaching me what love truly is about and how wonderful it feels. And I’ve had a blast with you in my life over our years together. You make me happier than I have ever been and I cannot thank you enough for that, Fizzaroli,” Fizz blushed even harder, although he had heard Ozzie tell him this part of the story a few times before. “But there has been one problem that’s been eating at me since the day we got married,” Ozzie said, his expression changing to a more solemn one. “The truth is Fizz is that the sins weren’t supposed to fall in love with anyone. We weren’t supposed to need to be with someone forever. That’s why we’re the only immortal beings in this realm. “The hellborn are given only a maximum of ten decades of life, and sometimes I channel my inner Leviathan and envy them. They get the chance to find someone to be by their side for that short lifespan, have families of their own, and grow old with each other. They rarely have to worry about outliving their partners and being alone, and they have the comfort in knowing that they might meet again in another lifetime. I don’t have that luxury in my life. I have seen so many of my workers and former partners die and be reborn anew. They don’t know remember their past selves and they get to find their soul mate again and again each time. It always happens, like clockwork.” “Fizz, I will never die, but unfortunately you will. Sure, it won’t be for a very long time to you, but your life will go by in a blink of an eye for me. Your body will simply give up and while you would be reborn again in a new form later on. I would be left without you, and I can’t bare the thought of ever losing you.” Fizz saw the tears welling up in the corner of Ozzie’s eyes. He reached his hand up to caress his feathery face, which Ozzie nuzzled into for a moment before recollecting himself to continue on with his gift. “So I decided that I would do anything in my power to have you by my side as long as I can have you,” he said, pulling out the small box from his pocket and presenting it to Fizz. “Please open this. I will explain what I meant.” With a confused expression, Fizz carefully unwrapped and opened the package, revealing an elaborate gold necklace with a semi-heavy circular pendant at the base. The pendant included a large green gem in the shape of a heart in the middle, surrounded by smaller purple gems to create a jeweled version of Ozzie’s signature sigil. The main gem was so bright and shiny that he could see his own reflection in it. Small demonic words were etched into the back of the pendant, almost like an incantation of some sort. “Oh Ozzie, it’s beautiful!” Fizz said with excitement. This wasn’t the first time Ozzie had given him jewelry. He had received many rings, necklaces, and bracelets throughout their years together. What did this have to do with Ozzie and him being mortal? “Yes, I made sure that the design would look nice and would compliment most of your outfits, especially your stage ones,” Ozzie said with a small chuckle, taking the box back and removing the medallion out of its packaging. “But this is so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelry. This is the ticket to us being together forever.” “I-I don’t understand…” Fizz said, confused as to what his husband was talking about. “I couldn’t lose you, Fizz. So I had the team do some research and we came up with a solution. It took a few years to get the formulas and incantations right , but we created this amulet and a few weeks ago, I took it down to Pride to meet with my brother, Lucifer. I had a long heart-to-heart with him and he did me the biggest favor any of his siblings had ever asked of him. Just like he did for his own wife Lilith, he took some celestial energy and ‘blessed’ this amulet with the gift of immortality to whoever wears it. And now, it’s my gift to you, my love.” “S-So you’re saying that, we’re really going to be, you know, together forever? For real?” Fizz asked, stunned in disbelief. He had always worried about this issue too, but they had never really talked about it before. It was sort of something he kind of figured they would deal with when the time came, but here was Ozzie, always thinking of him again and again. “Yes, my love. Together forever, until the end of hell itself,” Ozzie said with a sweet smile and kissing the imp’s forehead. “All you have to do is wear this amulet and you will never pass away or even age. We’ll be physically around the same age forever now. Obviously you can take it off for small amounts of time, like to shower and stuff. It gives the wearer a whole day of immortality until they can wear it again.” “Ozzie, this really is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me. Fuck, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!” Fizz said, beginning to cry happy tears and hugging his husband, wrapping all four of his robotic limbs around his lean chest. “I don’t even know what to say other than thank you. Thank you so much. I love you so much!” Ozzie hugged him back tightly, loving how Fizz’s soft middle pressed into his chest. “You’re welcome, my love,” Ozzie said as he placed his smaller lover back on his chair and knelt down on one knee in front of him. “Fizzaroli, my one and only love, will you do me the honor of being my soul mate for the rest of my eternal life? For now and for ever?” “Yes, Asmodeus. Forever,” Fizz answered wiping the happy tears from his eyes. Ozzie gently placed the amulet over Fizz’s head, careful not to touch his sensitive, burnt horns. Once safely secured, Ozzie let go of the amulet, causing a puff of green smoke to form around Fizz and his eyes to glow the same color as the main gem in the amulet. The smoke faded in less than a minute, but his eyes remained that same bright green, which didn’t bother either of them. Ozzie reach down again to kiss Fizz out of nothing but pure love. Sure, he obviously still lusted after his plus sized partner, now more than ever, but this moment was one of pure unabridged love, stronger than either of them had ever felt before. They broke the kiss and simply smiled at each other, resting their foreheads together in each other’s embrace. After a moment of loving silence Fizzaroli interrupted with, “So for some reason, and I don’t really know how… I’m somehow hungry again? Did you have the cooks make dessert? I could really go for something sweet now.” Ozzie chuckled, knowing exactly how and why Fizz was hungry again, but he would reveal that information later. For now, though, he was going to make sure his lover’s belly was full again with as many sweets as he could eat. “Did you even need to ask? I always make sure my baby boy has all the chocolate and sweets he’d ever want. And now since we don’t have to worry about anything bad happening to you, why don’t we really let inhibitions go and let daddy see how much you can really pack away?” That signature evilish grin reappeared on Fizz’s chubby face. “It’d be my pleasure, big daddy. I’m absolutely starving.” Ozzie called for dessert to be laid out for his husband and while they were doing so, he decided to give Fizz an extra little treat by removing his jacket and shirt to show his bare chest to his lover. Fizz was always a sucker for his toned chest, using it as his own personal pillow most nights in bed; so he figured it would be an extra little motivation for him to eat to his limit. Ozzie also insisted that all staff were gone for their private dessert stuffing session. He made sure none of his workers ever saw their kink in action. Neither of them were ever ashamed about indulging in this fetish, but Fizz was not into public exhibition, so Ozzie made sure that it was only the two of them during intimacy. Once they were finally alone, Ozzie brought the cart of desserts over to his precious feedee and decided to do this properly by shrinking to his level. Even in this form, he still towered over the imp, but only by about 10 inches as compared to his usual 10 feet. He loved being this size to get closer to his lover in everyway he could be, especially when it came to getting handsy during dessert. He grabbed a tray full of assorted Italian butter cookies and held the first of several to Fizz’s mouth. “Open wide, baby boy,” Ozzie cooed, turning on the imp instantly. Fizz eagerly bit into the cookie, savoring its flavor. “All these cookies are gonna make you so pretty and soft, my dear.” Fizz could only moan in pleasure as more sweets were funneled into him. Ozzie made sure to praise him with each bite, sensually rubbing his stomach and telling him how cute he looked while being fed. He loved seeing how much Fizz enjoyed the desserts and just simply letting his inhibitions go. Fizz truly was a hedonist as heart just like he was, making them an even more perfect match. Within 20 minutes, the whole 2 dozen of cookies was in Fizz’s apparently empty pit of a stomach, along with a half gallon of coffee creamer as a substitute for milk (just to add in a few extra calories.) Surprisingly, he was still going strong, even begging for more as his hunger persisted. “Still not full?” Ozzie teased, bringing over a dozen cannolis and a whole pan of tiramisu. The imp shook his head no, wiping the cookie crumbs off his crop top that might have well been a bra with how far it was riding up from his bloated belly. Fizz also loved that the chefs went full out with the Italian theme, finding it fitting to his name. “There’s still plenty more here, my little froggy. Eat all you want and then some.” “I plan on it! I’m not even close to full at the moment. How the hell am I not stuffed yet?” The imp asked, eagerly putting away the first of the cannolis. “Fuck these are good!” Ozzie couldn’t help but find it cute when ravenous like this. It obviously wasn’t the first time he saw Fizz pig out like this, but never with this much vigor. He saw the amulet and Fizz’s eyes glow as he ate, confirming exactly what Lucifer told him what would happen once it was activated. “Let’s just say Lucifer said there might be a few ‘unexpected’ side effects from the amulet,” Ozzie said with a snicker. “But I’m loving these side effects and I hope they stick around for a while. I find this hot as fuck seeing you eat like this. Plus the amulet will prevent any health issues you might ever have from being heavy, so no need to worry about that either!” “Don’t get me wrong, I like it too,” Fizz said in between bites and sipping at the creamy coffee Ozzie made for him. “It’s just… odd to me, if that makes sense? Like I just want to jump on the table and eat everything I see on it. Like I just can’t get enough of these sweets and that my stomach feels like a bottomless pit.” “That’s far from a problem for me, my dear. And in that case, I’ll take one of these for myself,” Ozzie said, taking one of the chocolate covered cannolis for himself. “A feeder deserves a treat every now and then too.” “I thought I was your treat?” Fizz teased with a snorting laugh. “You said I have a big enough cake to feed all of lust!” “Oh you most definitely are my little treat and you my dear do have the best cake in all 7 seven rings!” Ozzie said seductively, snaking his free arm around Fizz to playfully slap the upper portion of his rear, earning a blush from the ravenous imp. “Bee herself couldn’t make anything sweeter than my baby boy.” Fizz was in hog heaven. He felt sexy and fat as fuck at the moment, and he loved every minute of it. He never felt this desirable before, even when skinny, and he loved that Ozzie helped him bring his confidence out as he grew bigger. “As much as I want you to fuck me on the table right now, my stomach is still growling like crazy,” Fizz said, placing a hand on his belly that still wasn’t full. “But seriously, take all that you want, but don’t expect there to be any leftovers with me. Especially these cannolis cause fuck they’re amazing.” Ozzie couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at that. He was so glad that the greed energy used for the amulet didn’t affect Fizz’s mind or personality, just his stomach apparently. And that was definitely something he could get behind and use to his advantage. What feeder wouldn’t want a round and fat feedee with a bottomless pit of a stomach? “This is all I want, but that’s so fucking sexy to hear you say that,” Ozzie husked, shoveling the last of the cannolis into his husband’s chocolate covered mouth before taking a bite out of his own. “So eat your heart out, baby boy! I can’t wait to take you on a ride once your tank is full.” Fizz arched his eyebrow with a smirk as he licked the chocolate from his chubby looking robotic fingers. “Keep that fuel pump flowing, Oz. I look forward to it,” he husked back, beckoning Ozzie over with the tiramisu pan. Without hesitation, Ozzie finished his own treat and straddled his husband’s wide hips and gently sat on his lap/lower belly before feeding him bite after bite of tiramisu. The imp happily licked off every spoonful, occasionally teasing Ozzie about how much he liked to see him get fatter. He even encouraged Ozzie to grab at his rolls while he ate, feeling closer and friskier than ever before with their kink. Ozzie loved seeing this new ravenous passion in Fizz, who was now gung-ho about eating every bite of this dessert. He found it hilariously ironic that power from such a nasty person could be used for strengthening both their love and their lust. About 9/10 of the way through the pan of creamy custard, Fizz started to slow down, his stomach hitting a wall. “Dammit! I wanna finish this so bad, but I don’t think I can do it…” he panted, his plush chest heaving a bit. He pawed at his beyond bloated stomach, which was as tight as a drum and in desperate need of some soothing. “Come on, baby boy. You only have about 6 bites left,” Ozzie cooed at him, finding the imp’s tail and twirling it in his large fingers. This was always a sure fire way to turn Fizz on and make him ready for intimacy. It seemed to do the trick for making him horny and ready for action, but not quite ready for a few more bites of custard and lady fingers. “Don’t you want to make daddy proud of you? You know I love it when you indulge as much as you can.” He wasn’t sure if it was his ego or whatever side effects this amulet gave him, but now he was determined to push through. “Alright, let me at it! Just give me some time.” “No worries, my dear,” Ozzie said with a devious smirk. “We have all the time in the world now.” Fizz smiled genuinely at Ozzie’s little reassurance there, knowing that this was reality and that they really did have no rush on anything anymore. They’d always be with each other, no matter what. A few moments later, the entire pan was gone and in Fizz’s taunt belly. He moaned in pleasurable pain at how it ached, feeling fat as fuck and sexy as hell. “Oh Ozzie… I’m so fucking full….” He panted, fighting the heavy weight in his stomach. Ozzie quickly tossed the empty pan and silverware away, grabbing a wet cloth napkin and wiping away the bits of cream and chocolate that smeared onto Fizz’s chubby cheeks. “I know but you ate so good for me!” The taller demon said, taking his seat again on Fizz’s middle, his large hands immediately making circles around his heavy belly. Fizz leaned his head back and closed his eyes while Ozzie went to work on one of his world class belly rubs. Fizz let out small mewls of satisfying discomfort as his husband’s hands swirled along his round belly and along his side rolls. Belly rubs were the best part of the kink for Fizz. They made him feel desirable, handsome, and oh so loved. His love language was always touch, and when he lost his limbs, touch became even more important to him. Since he couldn’t feel much more than pressure with his robotic hands, Ozzie and him always used facial contact as a form of intimacy. But once feedism was introduced into the equation, belly rubs became even more important than face nuzzles and forehead kisses. Sometimes, they were even better than the actual act of sex for Fizz, and that was saying something considering his husband had a Godzilla of a dick in his pants. Ozzie obviously loved these belly rubs too, finding them both sexy and heartwarming. He loved seeing how happy they made Fizz in more ways than just lust. He also couldn’t help but find his husband to be the sexiest demon in this entire realm as he panted and begged for his touch. To him, nothing could be more alluring, like a little glimpse of the heaven he left. “Satan be damned, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” Ozzie said, horny for both Fizz’s obese body and his overall being. The imp smiled as he melted into his husband’s touch, who began groping at his soft lower belly. “Such a beautiful, big boy. All soft and round, all for me to love.” Every inch of the imp before him was perfect in Ozzie’s eyes. Of course Fizz had always been beautiful to Ozzie, but ever since Fizz quit and they dabbled into this kink, he had only gotten better with each pound. And Fizz looked absolutely wide and massive from this angle. Ozzie absolutely loved Fizz’s fat belly, especially when it was crammed packed like this. It was perfect for grabbing onto during both cuddles and love making, and Ozzie’s hands were on it every chance they could be. He loved how soft and pliable the fat on his lower belly was, loving how low it hung and slapped against his upper thighs when walking and splayed out upon them when he sat down. He leaned over and began softly kissing his belly, gently nipping on the soft flesh as he explored his flabby body. Fizz also had a bit of a girlish figure since packing on the pounds, and although he wasn’t thrilled about it at first, Ozzie sure went nuts over it. Ozzie loved curves on anyone and when Fizz finally had them, he was practically addicted. Fizz had very wide hips for a male imp, and they grew bigger with every pound he gained. They were often where most of his weight landed, creating perfectly soft lovehandles for Ozzie to hold onto during more than just sex. He always had an arm around Fizz’s wide waist and hips, even in public or doing mundane things. And of course, how could he resist that amazingly wide shelf ass? Fizz always had a nice ass, even when skinny. Now that he was well over 300 pounds, it was fucking amazingly thick and round. He was the embodiment of lust afterall, so he knew a fine butt when he saw one. Although there wasn’t much of them left, Ozzie also adored Fizz’s biological thighs. He loved kissing and nipping at his fat inner thighs when going down on him, loving how they slightly pillowed over his prosthetics and how they jiggled with each step he took. He also couldn’t help but love that Fizz’s chest was as large as some of his succubi workers. Although they were currently half covered by the crop top, Ozzie couldn’t help but grope at them any chance he could. But Fizz was now truly fat everywhere to his husband’s delight. He had such an amazing double chin, which was covered in kisses and love bites everyday. It was so thick and Ozzie adored how it wobbled and jiggled when Fizz ate. His cheeks were chubby and round, making his face more cherubic than demonic at times. That extra bit of pelvic fat above his dick was also an added bonus for the man of lust, having it hit the perfect spots when they made love. Even his tail was chubby, having a thick base with little rolls that Ozzie loved grabbing at. And don’t get him started on how much he loved Fizz’s abundance of stretch marks! So many of them made their home across his big belly and across his moobs and Ozzie often fell asleep while tracing them with his fingers. He especially loved how they felt on Fizz’s scarred skin, creating such a unique texture for him to touch and kiss. Overall, he couldn’t be happier with Fizz’s plush body and he made sure his love knew it. “You ok to go a bit further?” Ozzie asked, tugging at Fizz’s now even further stretched out yoga pants. “Absolutely! Just be gentle around my belly. It’s still really sore,” the imp answered, adjusting himself to make it easier for Ozzie to pick him up, fully undress him, and go to town. He had to take the bottom position at the moment, as he was far too full to even think about riding Ozzie. Ozzie carried him over to the lounge, propping him up with some pillows sliding his clothes off. “I’ll take care of my baby boy, don’t you worry,” Ozzie said, lifting his chin with a seductive voice. “Now let Daddy do all the work while you just enjoy yourself.” The demons passionately kissed, ready to indulge in each other’s flesh for their anniversary. An hour or so later, Fizz was completely worn out and done for the night. He was full in every way possible and his body was simply exhausted and ready for rest. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy,” Ozzie said, seeing Fizz beginning to nod off as he used some warm towels to clean him off after this evening’s fun. Fizz nodded with a yawn, his heavy breathing starting to slow. “You ran me through the wringer tonight,” he said as Ozzie began to redress. “I’m done for now… but maybe we can do this again tomorrow after the show?” “Anything for you, dear,” Ozzie said with a wink. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this little greedy spark in their intimate life. “But it’s late and you’ve got to be tired. Let’s get you into bed.” Fizz agreed and asked for one last kiss with Ozzie at his level. The sin happily obliged, as Fizzaroli got anything his little heart could ever want. He resized to his base form and helped Fizz get at least his underwear back on before taking him upstairs to the bedroom in the penthouse. Both of them agreed that he was too full and bloated to even attempt pants or a shirt for bed, so Ozzie instead picked him up in his arms and wrapped a blanket around him for a bit of modesty in case any employees happened to be around. Fizzaroli simply rested his head on the sin’s chest, with a happy smile on his chubby face and his eyes shut. Ozzie couldn’t help but find it cute/sexy at how much heavier Fizz felt in his arms. He definitely had to be at least 400 pounds now after this stunt, and would most definitely be growing bigger thanks to the amulet’s side effects. But no matter how big he grew, Ozzie would be right there to hold him in his arms. Ozzie was extremely strong and Fizz would still be easy for him to hold and lift, regardless of his size. He carried him to the elevator, humming a soft tune to further relax the overstuffed imp. Ozzie went straight to their shared bed for the night. He had the staff babysit the quieves for the night, so no need to worry about them accidentally jumping on Fizz’s expanded and sore belly. He rested Fizz on the silk covered mattress, who kicked off the blanket and stretched for a moment while his much larger lover undressed to his boxers. He also carefully removed his hat, feeling comfortable enough to show his lover his biggest insecurity. A few minutes later, Ozzie climbed into bed, settled himself in position, and picked up his husband to let him rest in his favorite spot in the whole world. The imp quickly cuddled into his feathery chest, laying on his side and causing his big belly to flop in front of him. Ozzie placed Fizz’s favorite pillow underneath his head, mindful of his stubby broken horns, and the imp was settled in for the night. “Goodnight, Ozzie,” Fizz said, a sleepy tone in his voice. “Thank you for everything. You’re amazing and I love you so fucking much.” Ozzie simply smiled and kissed the area between Fizz’s horns, making the imp blush even harder. “I love you too, my Fizzy Frog. More than you’ll ever know.” The sin pulled the blankets over top of them and held Fizz with his hand over his chest before closing his eyes to sleep. Father was so wrong all those years ago. Paradise wasn’t lost to Asmodeus when he fell. He found it right here in the robotic arms of his chubby little imp that laid on his chest. And now, that paradise could last forever. Fizz would be with him until the very end of hell itself, and he couldn’t be more grateful to his older brother for granting him this wish. He let out a silent tear of happiness, so glad that they’d be together forever. Epilogue: “Fucking hell….” Mammon cursed under his breath, trying to get out of bed. He lifted his head off the pillow, and was immediately hit with the absolute worst headache he had ever felt in his eternal life. He crashed back down, simply unable to even sit up. He groaned again, angry at the fact that his body was feeling so shitty. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually gotten sick. It had to be over a century ago, and even then, it was never this intense. Sins like him were immortal and nearly invincible physically! How the fuck could this be happening?! This whole ordeal started last night around 9 pm or so. He was in the middle of a business networking event and all of the sudden, he felt like he had been hit by a truck. The envy twins were by his side when he collapsed on the floor, his entire massive body practically flopping onto them. They didn’t even want to be at this stupid event, but were forced to drag his fat ass to the limo and send him home. They just assumed he did some party drugs that were too much for him to handle, and ditched the event to go to a nightclub for the rest of the night to hook up with the cute incubi that ran it. Once back at his big top palace, the servants took over from there, 4 imps breaking their backs to toss him in his bed, still in his usual jester gear and left alone to fend for himself. He figured that he just had some bad food or something and decided to sleep it off to get whatever this was out of his system. But here he was, waking up at the crack of noon to what felt like the world’s worst hangover. He finally mustered up the strength to sit on the edge of the bed, using his upper arms to grab at his head and apply some sort of relieving pressure. The room was spinning, the lights were far too bright, everything was so damn loud, and he felt nauseous. He was absolutely exhausted, although he just woke up. What the fuck was happening to him? Moments later, there was a knock at the door. “Boss, you decent?” The female voice of Glam asked. “Yeah. Just come in,” he grumbled, annoyed with the pitch of her voice in this state. “Thank Satan! Cause we’re not coming in if you’re naked again!” Glitz said as she opened the door. “Seeing your bare fat ass was certainly someone I never want to see again!” “Piss off!” He barked back, wiping his eyes as the girls entered his room. “What the fuck is this about?” His vision was also blurry, making him unable to tell which girl was which. “Axel from the mailroom asked us to deliver this to you,” Glam said, pulling out a wrapped gift from a tote bag. “It’s apparently for you, but there’s no return address. He said an imp from the greed ring delivered it this morning in person. He said the imp’s name started with a B, but couldn’t remember what it was.” “Bring it here,” he said, using one of his lower arms to beckon the girls over. His headache was still not subsiding. “It’s probably from Crimson. One of his lackies is named Bruce, so that’s probably who it was. Cheap bastard probably just didn’t want to send his check in the regular mail to save on postage.” “Boss, it’s wrapped in purple and red gift paper with a giant ass bow,” Glitz remarked as her sister handed him the package. “Why the hell would that be a check?” “The fuck if I know! He’s a freaky little mafia bastard and I never put anything past those little fucks…” Mammon said, hastily removing the bow from the box. He discarded the wrapping paper and found a blue gift box inside. Upon opening, a bunch of penis shaped confetti blew out at his face, going all over the bed, floor, and even in his hat. “Fucking shit!!” He yelled, swatting the confetti away from his face. The twins couldn’t help but laugh at him struggling. They weren’t his biggest fans, but they put up with him for the fame and paycheck. Ever since they became the golden children after Fizzaroli quit (aka the ones who earned him the most money), they had been stuck by his side considering he practically owned them at this point. He shot them an angry glare once he could see again before going back to seeing the contents of the package. Inside the box was a bottle of Tylenol, a large bottle of Gatorade, a bag of some sort of gummy candy (in phallic shapes of course), and an immodestly sized purple dildo. “What in the actual bloody fuck?” He said, pulling the sex toy out of the box. The girls were now howling with laughter, unable to contain themselves. “The fuck is all this about?!” “I hope that wasn’t the check you were looking for!” Glitz cackled, tears of laughter leaking out of her eye. He rolled his eyes and set the dildo aside on the nightstand. It certainly wasn’t the first time someone had “gifted” him a sex toy, and probably wouldn’t be the last either. He then saw a letter at the bottom of the box with the words “To: Mammon” on the envelope. He snatched the letter out the box and tossed it aside to read the note from whatever troll sent him this. He opened the letter to reveal a message from someone he hadn’t spoken to in years. The letter read: “To my asshole brother Mammon, Thanks for giving my little Fizzy the gift of eternal life! Luci told me how “generous” it was for you to sacrifice a bit of your power to make sure my beloved husband will be here with us for the rest of time. And don’t even try to talk him out of going back on this deal, as this thing is sealed in blood for eternity. Enjoy your monthly power drainage hangovers! I got you a little something to make things a bit easier on you. Fizzy says hi and hopes you aren’t always a sad sack of shit for the rest of eternity! I told him not to get his hopes up, but hey at least the thought counts! Love, Asmodeus P.S. Go fuck yourself! You’re the world’s biggest cunt, so I made you a model of my dick for you to do so!” At the bottom of the note was a happy photo of Asmodeus and (a very fat) Fizzaroli at their club, flipping off the camera and holding each other’s hands. “THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES!!” Mammon screamed. “THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THESE TWO!!!” He went into a rambling rage, saying ever curse word that existed and even slipping into a native demonic tongue. “THAT FAT LITTLE BITCH AND THAT OVERGROWN COCK HAVE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!!!!” The girls slipped out of his room, snickering the entire way. Glam had recorded all of this, know it would make one hell of a viral video for all of hell to see.
Ben nearly drooled as he saw yet another package of meals pass by his station, flying out through a small flap on the corner of the storefront wall. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for not taking his ghrelin blockers before he clocked in. A mistake that big was probably only beaten by that time he forgotten to take his insulin pills before dinner. Yeah, he was one of those forgetful people. Ben shifted the bulk of his weight around his wide wheelchair, stifling a burp as another table of customers began to leave their table. Said customers were a family of four, a man in his thirties that seemed to be stuck on his wheelchair, pinned down by sheer weight alone; a woman who almost looked like she was insistent that she still could walk around with a cane, while their two children followed behind the couple. "Table 19. That'll be forty-five dollars." Ben said, tapping the computer on the counter in front of him to access the statement of that family, with the mother paying via
I want you to fatten me. I want to be force fed till i can not walk and watch as the pounds pile on, as my belly bloats out and sags, first over my waist band then over my crotch, brushing my thighs. Making its way towards my knees. I want to wake up each day more tired and heavier then the day before. Watching helplessly as i blow up like a fat filled balloon, always hungry, always horny, and fearful of just how fat you want me, and how fat my gluttony will take me. First comes the inevitable wardrobe malfunction, a seam splits or a button flies off. Then comes the pronounced waddle, then wheezing And finally the choice to not leave the house. Eating more and more and burning leas and less. My weight will explode pushing me to eat even more as I creep further into obesity and beyond. Make me fat baby, feed your piggy and make me huge, ignore any plead I may make for it to stop. Silence my fears with more food, more weight, ore rolls, and more jiggle.
All Mother - Short Story by Blingboi456, literature
Literature
All Mother - Short Story
Faethinua was a god, the only god of the Earth. She wondered the realm as a goddess of fertility and bounty. She towered over the trees of the realm, yet her long gait and tiptoes stopped any damage. She wore a beautiful flowering skirt, her light green hair flowing further than her skirt went down. Her skin a rich light brown made her resemble a tree. Her eternal days of loneliness led her to feeling a want for family. She saw the animals down below, mothers birthing children and caring for them. Faethinua wished to replicate this pregnancy and children, and decided to follow animals' lead. "Here... we... go!" Faethinua used a burst of magic around her, causing the forest around her to shake and rustle loudly. "Did it work?" She used her arcane skills, and sensed the children within her, squirming. "My children! My spawn! My, aren't you all so precious? I promise to care for you well for all my terms." Fae promised, pinky crossed. 2 months in, the cravings and eating had started. She hungered for hard metals and charcoal. One day, her cravings had gone off the limits. Faethinua awoke, rubbing her stomach, it gurgling back. "Aren't you guys feeling hungry today? I better get to eating." Fae searched the land, for something devourable. She layed her eyes on a large mountain chain, far off in the distance. To her it was like a nation's worth of food. She tried to tip toe her way to the range, only to be held down by her belly. Fae had to walk all the way there. By the time she got there, she was extremely hungry and tired. "Ooohh, I'm ready to get this grub on!" She said before leaping onto the mountain. She ripped and tore at the mountain infront of her, stuffing herself full. The metallic taste and crumbly texture pleased her well, for her to only want more. By the time she was finished, her belly extended 10x her body size. She rubbed it well, sleeping on top of the range to it digest. After her long hibernation, she looked down at her body. It had grown. Her stomach now had a layer of fat laying around it, whilst her ass and tits were now sizable, to the average human woman. Her gluttony only grew, as did her brood. The many thousands of children within her had expanded her belly to one of what you would call third trimester. Her entire body was tight to her dress, her cleavage showing out completely, whilst her hips had grown to support her children. She turned hilly mountains into plains and shifted entire lands as she stepped and slept. As she grew, something within her shifted. She wouldn't just eat and grow to accomdate her children, Fae enjoyed it arousedly and wouldn't stop. Her girth, height and belly grew and grew. Her belly was now squirming constantly, going far past her breasts, 20x her own size. Her height was now tripled, making her tower over mountains. Her thighs and hips were massive, thicc and strong for supporting her all. Her breasts were like entire mountains like her ass. As she started to become immobile, her children were ready to come out. Soon she fell to sleep, as if a giant tower, releasing her spawn upon the world. Children of all sizes, lengths, heights, colours and power file out. The first peoples.
(PROMPT) Fast Feast Male WG Story by WeightGainGirl, literature
Literature
(PROMPT) Fast Feast Male WG Story
It was my second day working at the new fast-food place down the road, Fast Feast, when my shitty roommate approached me. “Hey,” he said through a mouthful of toast. “So, I was wondering, you get freebies at the end of the shift?” I groaned and poured myself a glass of juice, biting back a spiteful remark. It was obvious where this was going. “I haven’t asked. Not really a great way to make a good first impression at my new job.” “I mean you could ask.” He’d taken a second bite since last speaking and still hadn’t thought it best to wait to swallow before talking. I decided it was better not to remark and chose instead to start preparing my own breakfast. “What’s the worst they could say, Brad? No? Come on, do me a solid here.” A heavy sigh came from my own lips and a then a grunt when I found the loaf of bread I’d bought completely gone. The packaging was all that remained, now clenched in my fists. “I’m always doing you a solid, man. Maybe get your own food for once.” “Hey, you know I’m between jobs at the minute.” “You haven’t worked for over a year now, Vic. I’d hardly call that ‘between jobs’.” A single deep breath wasn’t enough to calm me down, but I tried anyway in an attempt to keep from lashing out on him. I tossed the bread bag onto the table and pushed past him to get to my room. “Come on, it wouldn’t kill you to ask!” Done with his shit, I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the apartment. He always knew how to push my buttons, especially when I had a day of work ahead of me, and a double shift too. There was one thing he couldn’t be faulted on, he always managed to pay his rent despite never being able to afford anything else. So, I didn’t have any plausible reason to kick him out of the place and that just annoyed me endlessly. He didn’t cook. Didn’t clean. He was always eating my food and taking my things and no number of complaints could stop him. My only option was to save up enough money to buy my own place, hence the amount of double shifts ahead of me. That was the only way of getting through the day working at a lame fast-food restaurant that catered mostly to lazy, slobs who, for whatever reason, wanted to eat an abundance of greasy food that was bad for both their body and their mind. Now I saw why it appealed to Vic so much, he might not entirely look it, but he was good at being a lazy slob. Despite my best efforts, he was all I could think of during work. The morning started slow, which didn’t entirely help. I couldn’t understand how one person could have the audacity to scrounge off of other people, especially so often and so shamelessly. What lead a person to this kind of life? I had my theories of course. The main one being that his parents were minted and gave him enough money for rent and, as a way of forcing him to independence, didn’t give him much else in the hopes he’d get a job and buy his own things. Which would, eventually, lead to him being able to pay his own rent. But I knew very little of his parents or where the money came from, so couldn’t validate it but it seemed the most plausible reason. Whatever the reason for his lifestyle, there was no justifying how much of a lazy dickhead he was. The lunch rush alleviated my thoughts some and he was banished from my mind for an hour or so. However, as the day neared its end and the restaurant became somewhat vacant, he took up occupancy once again and, without fully realising it, I formulated up a plan, a scheme of sorts. If what he wanted was to leech off me, to have free food whenever he wanted, then I’d make sure he got it and the consequences that came with it too. So, like he’d wanted, I approached a junior manager at the end of my shift and asked if employees were allowed to take home any uneaten food. “Sure,” she answered. “We all do, saves it going to waste.” She was a nice enough girl, but it was obvious by the way her uniform stretched over her belly that she had piled on the pounds since starting here. It was likely a result of saving all the food going to waste, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the effects it’d have on my prick of a roommate. I left work with 2 bags full of food. Luckily there was an abundance of it as the 2 other employees on shift were getting their fill of it too. Either someone was bad at estimating how much food to prep for the day or it was done purposely just so these people could take it home with them. I was leaning more towards the latter as the other employee, an older male, seemed to have stretched out his own uniform as well. Not only did Fast Feast cater for lazy slobs, but it also employed them too by the looks of it. Thankfully none of this was for me, it’d all be going to Vic. When I got home, Vic was exactly where I expected him to be, stretched out on the sofa, controller in hand, my snacks at his side. “Here’s your free food,” I spoke through gritted teeth and dumped the bags on the table in front of him. “Yo!” He exclaimed and tossed the controller aside. “This is so much food, man. You’re awesome.” “Yeah. Whatever.” “Hey, why don’t you join me, we can share?” I scoffed. He was acting as though he were the generous one in this scenario, as if I wasn’t the one who had brought him home free food. “No, thanks. I’m not a fan of fast food, I’ll be making my own dinner.” “More for me then,” he grumbled, settling back on the sofa. By the time I’d cooked my own food and had sat down on the armchair next to him he’d devoured a bag’s worth of food and was swiftly moving onto the next one. He had quite the appetite. Like I’d said before, he didn’t look the lazy slob type. You’d expect him to be fat and unclean, but he was very thin and somewhat hygienic, so you’d never think it. I was just doing him a favour, so that when he looked in the mirror, he’d see himself for what he truly is. The thought excited me. When I’d finished my meal, a healthy combo of rice, veg and meat, Vic had emptied the second bag. He sat there now, with a hand on his bloated belly, a look of contentment on his face. There had been no need to eat the 2 bags, half of the first one would have been enough to satisfy him, but Vic wouldn’t allow free food to go to waste. This was a promising start. And so, every shift after that I took him home a selection of food from the kitchen. And every time he would eat all of it without bothering to consider how much calories he was consuming. After the first week I started to add an extra item after every other shift. At first, he seemed to struggle, but he quickly came to accommodate the new meal sizes and his belly began to grow with them. Only 2 weeks into it and I was starting to see the affect it had on him. Not only physically but mentally too. The massive amount of fat, salt and grease in his food meant he was lazier than normal (I didn’t think it possible). It meant he was still in bed by the time I left for work and, when he did eventually get up, he’d spend his day on the sofa playing video games. The only movement I saw from him was at the end of the day when I’d enter the living room and he’d turn in his seat to look at the bags in my hand, an expectant smile on his face. It was all he looked forward to, it was sad really. I figured he was weak, but I hadn’t the faintest clue how easily manipulated and influenced he could be. At the end of this he’d have only himself to blame. A month into it and I stopped adding an extra item, in attempt to see if he’d say anything and he did … it took him only 2 days to express that he wanted a bit more. We were sat in the living room. me picking at my homemade curry, him tearing open burgers and instantly shoving them into his mouth. By the time he was done, his face was covered in grease, his fingers dripping with sauce that he wiped onto his ill-fitting shirt. “Hey Chad, you think you can bring a little more next time?” Now that he was sat forward, leaning closer to me, I could see the affects the food was starting to take. He must have been at about 210 pounds now, putting his gain at 20 pounds, an impressive start. His belly bulged out and a sliver of it peeled out from under his shirt. With his head cocked like that, I could see his double chin starting to bunch beneath his jaw. I smiled at the sight of it and nodded. “Sure thing, buddy.” He really thought he had bested me, when I was the one in control here. It delighted me. And so, my quest continued, and my mood brightened to see him devolving into his true form. It was a slow process, I had expected it to be, but it kept me occupied while I worked back-to-back shifts at Fast Feast. Only another month into it and the results were becoming incredibly obvious. Another 20 pounds, putting him at 240. One morning he walked into the kitchen, his belly popping out from under his shirt, no longer did it peek out so delicately, it now burst out of its confines for everyone to see. I couldn’t help but watch it wobble as he scavenged the cupboard for food. After a minute or two of him groaning and grunting as he bent down to look in every last cupboard, he stood up once more and crossed his arms over his chest as if he were some bad-tempered child. “Something wrong?” I prompted. “There’s no food and I’m starving!” He scratched his belly as he spoke and I saw the way his fingers sunk into it. If I weren’t so hellbent on getting him so fat, I would have suggested that he maybe try and do some shopping and I would have reminded him that food doesn’t appear out of thin air. However, it proved to be a great idea to further my progress. I grinned and tried to hide it behind my hand. “That’s no good. How’s about I go to the store and get us some groceries?” He was more than happy to let me go and buy him food on my one day off, but I expected no less. Completely oblivious to how selfish he truly was, he’d taken the time to send me a completely coherent list of exact food items he wanted while I was walking to the store. I couldn’t believe it. Despite my annoyance I bought every last item on that list, I even bought 2 of each. When I was at work, I figured he wasn’t eating, if there was nothing in the cupboards for him to scrounge up, then he’d starve instead. So, I would make sure the kitchen was always fully stocked with his favourite snacks. Every week after that I made sure to go grocery shopping for my roommate. And, with the assistance of the food from work, he started to pile on the pounds. This led to him eventually asking for another stock up after only 4 days which resulted in me just buying twice the amount of stuff. At first some of the extra items would last into the next week, but he quickly caught up and was eating more than I ever thought possible. Now he was more than clearly a fat slob. I estimated him to be at around 300 pounds. He was 6 foot 3, so it didn’t show as well as it would on others, but the signs were there. His face had rounded out and his once square jawline was now soft and curved. Every item of clothing he wore now displayed his fattening figure nicely and he made no effort to go and buy any new clothes so I guessed I would be seeing even more of him as he got bigger. His thighs were thick and sturdy, and his pudgy belly was beginning to drop over the waist of his trousers. With how tight his shirt was I could see the roll of fat that formed around his waist and the moobs that were growing. Why did it excite me so much to see it? I truly didn’t know, but I couldn’t wait for him to gain further. With his weight gain, his manners and his hygiene deteriorated massively. He was burping and farting freely and was showering less. His hair was always disheveled and he was never seen without a stain or two on his clothes. And so it continued, during the day he’d binge on whatever snacks I had stocked the cupboards with and at night he’d feast on the food I brought him with me from work. This was the first time I’d seen him try so hard at something and it showed, his progress was quick, and his appetite was unlimited. It astounded me. Now, 1 whole year after I got my job, he had gained a total of 250lbs, putting him at 440lbs. At this point I had amassed enough money to move out and live by myself, but for some reason I hadn’t any intention of leaving. I had even planned to go onto another job, but I quite liked working at the fast-food place … it had its benefits. For once I felt something other than resentment and boredom, after every shift I had this strange feeling of excitement that turned my lips up into a smile and had my heart fluttering in my chest. I couldn’t wait to go home and see what was waiting for me, although I mostly knew what to expect it still stirred something within me. What I typically came home to was Vic lazing on the sofa, one hand on his soft and plushy stomach, the other feeding some sort of sugary or salty snack into his mouth. He’d be surrounded by an array of wrappers and packaging; his front would be covered in an assortment of stains and crumbs and there’d always be an odour I couldn’t quite place. I knew it could only be a mixture of sweat, bodily gasses and food, it was the only explanation, but it was truly mesmerising. I didn’t know living with such a glutton could be so fulfilling, so gratifying. And, even after all this time, his eyes still lit up when I returned home. That was the best feeling of all, and yes, I know the twinkle was more for the bags of food I was carrying, but I liked to believe that part of it was for me, for my presence. Then it’d always go the same, I’d squeeze myself onto the sofa beside him and hand him one of the 4 bags. I’d sit quietly while he demolished every last item and then watch as he eased his bloated belly with some rubs. This routine was common now but then one day he surprised me when he lifted his hand and took mine, he guided it to his bulging belly and prompted me to rub. He knew. Of course he had known, how could he not? Ever since he hit 350 I couldn’t help but watch him, admire him, it had awakened something within me, something that continued to blossom the bigger he got. And so, I rubbed his belly, I felt the softness of it, felt the friction from his sweat or from some food and it brought me great pleasure. And now that the both of us had settled into these strange roles, we were able to take things further. Now he’s at a whopping 600lbs and spends all of his time in his bed, eating and playing video games. He wears a pair of old underpants that are straining to contain his massive pouch of fat that is hidden beneath his huge, heaving belly. He burps and farts constantly and it’s really quite charming. He’s constantly covered in food and is very unclean, given that he can no longer fit into a bath or even a shower cubicle. His hair has grown to his shoulders, it’s matted and greasy. His moobs drape over his belly and are covered in stretch marks and cellulite. When I come home, I assist him with his eating, and I give belly rub after belly rub. It’s really quite amazing. Any other person would be nauseated by the sight of him and by the smell of him, but not me. I embrace it. I press my face into his stomach or into his chest and I inhale his body odour, I laugh and jest when he farts, but he knows that I like it. I bathe him every now and then, but truth be told, I like his natural scent as it reminds us both how far he has come in such little time. This him. His true self. The person I was meant to be with all along. Only he continues to reveal more and more of his true self as he goes on and continues to surprise me. I assist him with every little thing and bathe him when I can be bothered, but I don’t do that often purely because I’d rather feed him and massage his fat. Sometimes I find myself burying my face in his fat and inhaling his foul stench, it’s sick, I know. But it’s just another way ay that I can fully appreciate him and his presence. I clean up his messes and feed him when I’m able and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Who knew that the person I had once resented was now the person I loved the most. What a strange twist of fate. And I have Fast Feast to thank for it.
I keep getting fatter and closer to 700 pounds and by zvorrg, literature
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I keep getting fatter and closer to 700 pounds and
I’ve basically spent my whole summer in my room eating and trying to block out my family’s worried comments but now I’m supposed to go back to college and be independent and idk if I even can. I mean I barely leave the house because of how bad my mobility has gotten, I’ve given up on normal showers and now let my mom hose me down like a fucking farm animal, I struggle to even dress myself, etc etc. I mean I still like being so huge, like the more I struggle with basic tasks the more turned on I get but I recognize that it’s been spiraling out of control. I can’t ignore how much toll it’s taking on my poor body or how much it pains my parents to see me like this but idk. I feel like I need to go back to school cuz there’s no way in fuck I can work a service job at my size but I’ve become so reliant on my family for the most basic of tasks and I can barely even waddle, plus I may not even live to 30/35 so is it even really worth getting a job?
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The science of Gluttony by COOL1232121, literature
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The science of Gluttony
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Outgrowing Love - Chapter 17 by lsactt, literature
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Outgrowing Love - Chapter 17
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