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August 2024 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2024-09-01 21:33:22 +0000 UTC(Sorry delayted, was busy this week. The prompt of sumo club will go out tomorrow)
The Weighted Wide-load Wolverine (Extreme Weight Gain/Ass Growth/Short Stack/Gas/Smothering)
The Chef’s crime spree had been rather unique and odd on that the citizens of New York faced.
Following the harbour spilling blobs that had once been Iron Man and War Machine, now swollen blobs who gorged themselves to gigantic size. The public had been somewhat expecting that the Fattening Obsessed threat would be taken care of quickly by some other hero and/or vigilante, hell even the hope that S.H.I.E.L.D. or the local police would handle it.
That did not appear to be the case.
The remaining Avenger’s had tried to apprehend the villain, only to wind up joining the former armour wielding blobs in their fattened flabby states. The two Captain Ameircas along with the former Winter Soldier had fallen to the Chef’s chemical concoctions, taking up a good portion of Brooklyn being buried beneath the blubber packed mounds that were their ass cheeks.
Thor and the Hulk had both been fattened up in their own failed capture attempt. Each massive man taking up a significant portion of the New York harbour, the chef having to make sure to counter the superstrong juggernauts. Albeit, the deep booms of more from the gigantic sized men proved a hindrance as S.H.I.E.L.D. worked to move them out after the Hulk’s fat side rolls almost knocked over a passing cruise ship.
One by one, the Chef made a bee-line across the continental America, finding and fattening the various heroes he came across, and even some random civilians. His latest victim earned international recognition when a photo of Black Panther was shared. The image of the bloated King T’Challa being helped onto a freighter sized jet back to Wakanda, the hero’s expansive ass rivalling most trucks as the wobbling mass was wedged in the cargo doors. The picture became ingrained in the public zeitgeist… and several fetish sites.
It gradually became almost accepted that men in America would have to worry of being suddenly fattened by the villain. A couple gainer groups commenting on where the man might be before outgrowing a building becoming a regular occurrence.
It was with relief when the public learnt the Chef had been captured… though they wondered if it was a punishment.
“URRRRRRRRPPPP!”
Within the former busy New York streets, Peter Parker looked at the sight of the Chef’s defeat. Though his eyes were more focused on the hero who had done the seemingly impossible.Seated atop the groaning chef, the fattened Wolverine groaned after letting out the deep belch, his heavy hands scratching at his bloated chest and massive gut with the scraps of his yellow suit caught in between the bloated fat rolls.
“Guess you didn’t leave without a few pounds,” Peter joked as he approached the massive man, seeing even though the Logan was clearly more than triple his original weight, the hairy Canadian had still kept his short stature unlike most of the Chef’s victims. Albeit, Wolverine’s fat ass and thick thighs pushed the man higher than if he was standing. Logan grunted as he gave the spider themed hero a glare, though a smirk formed on his fanged mouth.
“Maybe, but I at least caught the runt without outgrowing a burrow… or shredding my suit like some other guys,” The immense mutant smirked, the barbed comment aimed at Peter. Though he was without his suit and in ‘civilian’ life, everyone could see how Peter had been affected, breaking the four digit mark and still mobile with his strength. Thankfully, he was written off as a civilian caught in crossfire, rather than a potential identity leak for Spider-Man.
… though Peter wished Wade would stop joking how everyone thinks Peter had been a closet gainer.
“But my… work,” the potential banter between the fattened heroes was cut as they looked down, catching the muffled groans of the pinned villain, “I need to make…. Them handsome… and big…”
“Oh, you want big, bub?” Logan chuckled, grunting slightly as he reached a hand under one of his sandbag sized moobs, pulling out a cupcake as the heavy fat slapped back in place. Smile still on face, Logan tossed the clearly sweat soaked morsel into his mouth, barely chewing before he swallowed. The trio in silence before the stout Canadian began to grow, fattening out more and more as he rose higher on his immense ass. The swelling cheeks spread more and more across the cracking concrete, with the bottom heavy mutant’s body taking up more and more space to rival most trucks.
“Better… enjoy this,” The sweating Logan panted, groaning before he shifted a top of his throne of an ass before a deep fart rumbled out of him. The entire street shook from the all powerful explosion of gas as the heavy Wolverine’s body fattened more and more. The aroused and disoriented Chef took the full brunt of his work.
The portly Peter taking a step back and sighing before snapping photos with his camera. Hopefully the shots would get Jameson off his back for when he got stuck in the lift with the older man. If nothing else, might stop the ‘mysterious’ gifts of food left on his desk.
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An American Redneck Werewolf Feasts (Werewolf/Weight Gain/ Furry/Slob/Growth/Drinking/Size Difference)
Doug didn’t know why he agreed to help his friend.
He and Billy haven’t been that particularly close for years, not since the self proclaimed redneck had moved to his isolated farmland and began work on his distillery. Sure, Doug still went up to check on his friend and make sure he didn’t die of alcohol poisoning and the occasional quickie, but overall the two could go a week without hearing from one another.
Though tonight Doug found himself driving up the rocky mountain roads in his pickup truck, a keg secured in the truck bed as a peace offering. Earlier Billy had called saying he got bit by some wild dog. Despite Doug’s best efforts to convince his friend to go get it checked, especially if it could be rabies, Billy said he was fine and got a new idea for his moonshine. The back and forth lead to Doug’s current situation as the light of the full moon and his own headlights lit the precarious path, trying to get to Billy’s shack with the keg working in part as a bribe to take Billy down to the local clinic.
Making the final turn towards Billy’s shack, Doug slammed on the brakes, his trucks skidding on the gravel road. The young man was stunned at what he saw. His truck high beams and moonlight illuminate the most impossible thing.
Taking up what had been Billy’s shack and distillery was a mountain that rivalled the trees that surrounded the clearing. A fur covered mass shaking and undulating, spreading slowly as the shattered planks of the destroyed shack and remains of Billy’s car were crushed beneath the encroaching object. Doug stared in confusion before holding onto his shaking card as an inhuman deep belch shook the earth. The eruption dying down as the mass before the stunned man began to shift and move, revealing it had been part of the belly of a giant. The hairy behemoth towerrting high as a clawed foot stamped down beside Doug.
“Hey Bud,” the deep voice forced Doug to look up, gasping as he saw the fanged face staring down at him past the bloated cheeks and wobbling moobs. “Glad you got the beer… I drank all the moonshine,”
Doug’s brain froze, delayign his reactions as the small aroused man just switched the car into reverse, only too late as the giant werewolf’s clawed hand grabbed the truck. The metal crunching under the hold before Doug felt himself being thrown as the truck was lifted up.
Doug struggled against his seat belt, panicking more and more as he was brought to the giant former friend’s opened maw.
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One Jock’s Nightmare is another Nerd’s Wet Dream (Growth/Muscle/Strength/Hairy/Role-Reversal/Brutification/Size Difference)
"So what have we learned?"
Mike struggled pointlessly under the huge palm that covered most of his fit chest, keeping him pinned under as he looked up the insanely thick hairy arm towards the beast that kept him pinned down.
What had once been Mike’s puny lab partner and favourite victim was now a massive hulking behemoth of a man. Said beast effortlessly held the comparatively tiny man in place as his free hand rubbed and explored his fur covered, gargantuan body. The manly, bearded face looked down at him, the only semblance to Carl was his glasses and dyed blue hair, though now changed to a messy cut. His pasty weak face now chiselled with a scruffy beard over his strong jaw.
"Well?" Carl asked again, a deep voice shaking the small man as he pressed his hand down, applying the minimum of pressure though managing to squeeze out more air from Mike. "I-I shouldn't have messed with your project."
"And..." Carl urged him to continue, lifting his hand up to ease the pressure but keep the puny man pinned.
"I'm sorry I bullied you for years?"
"And..."
Mike wondered what he could say, his hands barely able to move the thick fingers that held him in place. A slight increase in pressure making him scramble for something to say.
"A-and... you look handsome when you're angry?" Mike said, more out of panic, though was relieved when the pressure eased off him.
"Lucky for you, I wonder if your friend’s like the changes too." Carl said deeply, though turned his face around to try to hide the blush on his face that was mostly obscured by his beard. Mike supplied a nervous smile, glancing down at the x-men themed boxers that just barely contained the swollen bulge that pressed against Carl's thick thighs and slight curved gut.
"... okay, that's enough." The gargantuan bear sighed before lifting his hand off the tiny man, Mike breathing out in relief, before being grabbed and lifted up to Carl's face.
"Though I'm still mad. So how about you order some food, and then we'll talk about our new... arrangement." The behemoth stated, his deep voice shaking the man before he was deposited down, Mike only watching as his beast of a former victim left the cramped lab the two had been in. as he realised just how turned on he was with Carl's behaviour, seeing the massive behemoth disappear through the cracked doorway, eyes focused on the bubble butt that stretched the too small boxers.
Blushing heavily, Mike shook his head before walking over to the window as he tried to figure out what happened.
Though. Any hope of calming was gone as he saw his friends facing their own trouble as more hulks that were the former nerds overpowered the once strong jocks.
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