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Delayed January 2025 drabbles
🕑 Added 2025-02-20 21:19:42 +0000 UTCNew Year, New Bear (Weight Gain, Age Progression, Mental Changes, Daddification, Hair Growth, Reality Change)
"Come on Boys. No time to dwaddle, we gotta get ready to head out."
The workers at the town trucking company perked to attention as they heard the voice of their boss. Even though a week ago, the rugged men would have dismissed the nasally tone of the college drop out who was pretty much forced to work at the company, all shaking their heads and pushing their own bellies against the scrawny boy.
But in the week that had come and gone, their worlds and memories changed. And stepping through the door was not the twig that Darren had been. The scrawny boy barely matching to the men in the room. Now instead, the crew watched the door creaking, taking in the large imposing man that Daryl was. His greying beard and balding head coming through as the huge man had to duck in before standing tall. One hand rubbing his boulder sized belly, as the other casually plucked the thick cigar from his mouth. Stomping into the room, Daryl looked over the relatively smaller men. Though his workers were strong and big in their own right, none came close to the beefy boss. His body long since outgrowing the trucks that he long serviced. Though he never even drove a truck before starting a week before. His heavy boots cracking the ground under him as he waddled over to his workers, smirk on his bearded face as he went over their latest schedual, knowing the tiny men would get in line.
Especially when he used his hairy haul of a gut to punish workers who thought themselves too big for their own britches.
The Overlord Overindulges (Overlord setting, Extreme Weight Gain, Slob, Gas, Immobile)
"URRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!"
In the vast wastelands that many a ruler sought to dominate and rule over, the sounds of fighting and bloodshed had been replaced with the sounds of the powerful Overlord gorging himself more and more on the meals that were conjourned for him.
The minions and other warlords could only gasp when they first caught sight of the once muscular, armour clad warrior. Now a rolling blob of fat, his armour having warped and snapped off the undulating fat rolls as the minions he commanded scaled the mountains of blubber he was becoming to feed him more and more of the food that were spelled in. Each slobbing bite he took, letting to more and more growth. The limbs that could crush enemies and toss aside any obstacle had been laid immovable with the tons of fat making him immobile. His thick legs swollen to sizes that the more brave minions could use his immense thighs as beds, his rolling belly and ass cheeks spreading out on either side as his hips broaden out too. The swollen arms and bloated hands unable to lift off the almost cottage sized moobs that drooped further and further along the gorging overlord's form.
And even as he had become a virtual mountain of fat. His sweat dripping off in actual grease filled rivers, his gas polluting the air in a dense haze. The only word he uttered between gorging on more food a kingdom could get through in a year, and belches that rumbled the earth and flung off minions that failed to hold on in time.
His deep demands shaking the undulating mass as the tiny weak minions could only serve their master. Many learning even in his immobile state, the engorged giant could easily smother any who tried to stop him. The blob like fat giving way to weaponry, allowing the titanic overload to crush the puny usserper before ordering his minions to resume their prostilating and feeding for their ruler. Swallowing down another roasted bull, along with the minions that didn't get away in time, the powerful Overlord let out a belch before giving his orders.
"MORE!"
Take the Weight, or Double It? (Extreme Weight Gain, Instant, Macro)
'I hope you'll forgive me.'
That had been the last thing that barker said to Kyle whene he accepted this take the weight or double challenge. The office worker thought it might be fun having seen the barker go on about giving a prize, or the person could pass it to someone and double it.
Kyle figured maybe he'll get a million bucks or something.
Only… the moment he accepted the prize, Kyle felt his body heat up before he seemed to… explode. Well, no, not explode. He expanded out.
He had been standing in the street, accepting the prize. The bustle of the city almost drowning down the words the nervous barker said.
Now, he was in a void. His clothing gone and skinny body replaced with what felt like tons and tons of fat. His hairy flesh wobbling about, fat rolls rubbing and pushing against each other as he tried to understand what happened. Turning his fat head around, feeling his neck rolls and swollen cheeks limit his view, Kyle tried to see what're he was, where the barker or anyone else was.
Looking in the void, Kyle blinked as a small green marble passed by his eyes. Squinting, the huge man felt his face pale as he recognised the tiny orb that passed by his face.
It was Earth.
Looking around more, Kyle saw the other planets that made up the galaxy he called home. The colossal orbs and celestial bodies nothing more than toy sized spheres that encircled his own body. Even the warm sun bent to his own enormous gravity well.
Rubbing the engorged blubbery rolls, Kyle knew he should probably be panicking or shocked. Maybe even trying to change back.
Instead, the morbidly obese titan couldn't help but lean back into the nothingness of space, smirk on his fat face as he watched the worlds pass by.
He could rather enjoy being a god. Specially when he was hungry.
He wondered what the planets tasted like.
