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Food Makes the Men (November 2023 Prompt)
🕑 Added 2023-11-29 12:46:20 +0000 UTC“Okay. Just need to get the spices for Jacob, and I can head home.”
In the days leading up to Thanksgiving, a young man named Josh was in the supermarket doing last-minute pick up of some ingredients. Whilst the main components like the roast ham and main side dishes were bought beforehand and partially prepared, Josh needed to get smaller things like seasonings and small snacks.
Passing over the racks of spices and seasonings in the aisle, Josh frowned as he noticed a lack of the brand spices that he knew Jacob liked to use for stuff like the ham and the side of stuffing. Trying to see what he could do, Josh noticed some spices marked as on sale. Approaching the shelves, Josh saw how all those on sale were from the same brand.
“Bear Spices: All you need are the bare necessities,” Josh read aloud the brand motto. The slightly chubby man unable to resist chuckling at the brazen way to avoid copyright. The brand also had a caricature of an anthro bear, though the marketing department was clearly pushing it as the bear mascot was wearing a leather vest and flexed thick arms. A quick glance saw every spice that Josh needed was here and more than half the price as usual, though that price made him hesitate.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, Josh did a quick search on the brand, worried it would be some either recalled product the store was trying to get rid of or an off-brand product that was subpar. Only, when he got to reviews, he found each review was everyone glowing about the spices and seasonings on offer. The few complaints mostly about wives finding it hard to keep feeding their husbands as they only want what Bear Spices offers and a few more complained of their families eating out of house and home. Figuring, besides the weird complaints, it couldn’t hurt to get the spices. Picking out what he needed, along with some other seasonings they were running low on at home, Josh loaded his cart and headed for the cashier.
As he was rung up by the more swollen cashier, listening to them sing praises for the bear Spices, Josh didn’t notice the small print on the spices’ labels.
‘Subsidiary of M.A.S.S. Inc’
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Jacob, whilst unsure of the spices initially, made use of them as he seasoned and prepared the various foods they needed for dinner. He, Josh and their many friends worked to prepare for the Thanksgiving dinner. A few even added the Bear Seasoning to the foods they had prepared ahead of time for the meal.
“And, here’s the Ham,” Jacob said, smiling as he placed the still steaming ham, a few slices already carved from the roast showing the perfectly cooked meat. “We got the gravy too, so everyone passes around the plates,” with that, the hungry friends passed around their bare plates towards Jacob, receiving a plate-sized slice of the roast ham before the plates were returned. Once the main dish was sorted, it wasn’t long before the men at the table began to dig into the various sides and sauces.
“God Jacob… this roast is delicious,” Liam said, the slim man commenting in between mouthfuls of the ham, soaking it into the gravy before taking another bite.
“Yeah man, usually it’s Urp, scuse me, it's a good meal. But this is a winner.” Troy called out, the off-season footballer not even covering his mouth during the belch as he sang Jacob’s praise.
“Thanks, though Josh got these new seasonings. And they really punch with the flavour without overpowering everything.” Jacob said, nudging his friend next to him as the roommate continued gorging, seeming not willing to leave his meal to even talk.
“Yeah, what they called? Bear Spices? They some good stuff,” Donnie called out, grunting out a belch as he stuffed himself.
The group of five were gradually going through the food, gorging themselves with quickening speed. None of them were aware of their bodies gradually plumping up with every bite. Shirts tightening more with buttons straining, the gaps showing hairy flesh. Their sweatpants and trousers stretch. Seams started to strain for the proper trousers, a few groaning at the tightness whilst those in sweatpants had more give for their growing bodies, tightening around their thickening thighs and growing asses.
Liam paused midway through eating some of the roast potatoes mixed with the sweet potato mash, putting his cutlery down as his thickened fingers reached down and fumbled with his belt. He breathed a sigh once the unbearably tight leather was undone, releasing his gut as it burst off his pants button.
“Damn Liam, thought you were the skinny one,” Jacob said, coming up from his own feasting as his friend’s button popped off. Jacob reached for another helping of caramelised onions, a tear sounding out as his shirt sleeve tore along his blubbery bicep.
“I am… at least compared to you hogs.” Liam defended, frowning as he tried to pull down his shirt. The tug led to a rapid-fire of buttons on the front, allowing his free gut and moobs to cascade out of the shirt opening. Though Liam had grown chubby, easily past the three-hundred-pound mark, the rest of the table had grown larger.
“Yeah, but it feels good… URRPPP!” Donnie erupted, a lazy smile on his face as the man proudly lifted his shirt, exposing his huge gut and proudly slapping it. The immense sphere wobbled about, his tight clothing tearing open against the undulating fat he pushed out.
“Yeah… I’m actually worried that we might… urrpp.. Run out of food,” Jacob said, slicing off a good chunk of the roast ham and putting it on his plate. Leaning forward, Jacob’s huge ass tore the seat of his pants, the swelling ass cheeks spilling out over the edge of the chair.
“Well, we can raid the cupboards afterwards, Can order food too,” Troy said, licking his chubby fingers from the sticky chicken wing sauce that covered them. Troy’s goatee framed his stained mouth, showing where his real chin was as his cheeks swelled along with the new rolls that were his additional chins.
“Gotta make sure we add the seasoning too,” Josh said, pausing when he felt his chair shift before it collapsed under him with a loud crack and a deafening boom sounded in the home. The friends were silent at he plumped up Josh on the floor, his fat shredding his clothing leaving him practically nude. The silence was broken as the men cheered and resumed their feasting. —----------------
“God, who orders this much food on Thanksgiving?” A delivery guy named Harris groaned. He knew he had to work today to get some extra cash for the holidays. And usually, it’s just small stuff for people staying home. But for this order, rather than taking his usual moped, he had to take the car due to how much food had been ordered. The only reason he was sure it wasn’t some prank was that whoever ordered paid upfront. Driving up to the house, Harris parked and pulled out his phone to say he was outside. The slim courier bit back a curse when he got back a message saying to come up to the door with the food. Hoping maybe he’ll get a tip, Harris got to work carrying the copious amount of food to the door. Knocking on the door before making a few more trips back and forth from the car.
Picking up the last bag, Harris was surprised to see the door still not answered, knocking on it again. As he wondered if he needed to knock against it, Harris felt the ground shake slightly, the windows rattling as if something heavy was being moved within the house. The frosted glass seemed to form condensation before the door opened.
Harris flinched at the thick stench that came out of the opened door, only to gasp when he saw what was easily the biggest man he’d ever seen. The round belly pushed out through the doorway, looking like a hairy, sweet dripping bean bag that was stuffed to bursting. The huge moobs spilt through easily the size of large pillows each. A deep grunt sounded as the huge mass shifted, seeming to lower down before a fat face that was melding into the roll of neck and shoulder fat.
“Hey… URRRRRRPPPPP… tiny. Got the Grub?” The huge blob of a man grunted deeply, a thick hand reaching to scratch one of the huge moobs. Harris stared on a bit, unable to believe such a huge man was real, only to blink when he realised he was being spoken to.
“Oh, uh. Yeah man.”
“Good. Here’s a tip,” The huge man said, a hand reaching into one of his tire-thick belly rolls before pulling out a series of sweat-soaked bank notes. Harris could only flinch as he handled the stained bundle, watching the huge behemoth of a man take the bags of food in his enormous mitts of hands before waddling back into the house.
The open door allowed Harris to look inside, seeing past the gigantic man’s wide back and couch-crushing ass. Looking beyond the huge whale of a man’s wobbling form, Harris saw a few things. He saw the wreckage of what looked to have been a dining room set. The table and chairs crushed into a pile of wood scraps along with the glimmer of shattered porcelain mixed in. However, what really caught Harris’ attention was that there were more huge men in the house. The far wall broke through as the gigantic men collapsed into the backyard.
Each was as large, and easily larger than the man who answered the door. Walls collapsed in against wobbling rolls as the hogs of men gorged on the take-out. Though Harris could make out they seemed to be liberally pouring some spice on top before they gorged. Each bite seeing them swell more and more. Stepping back, he found himself confused and aroused at the sight. Harris fumbled with his vibrating phone, seeing a message from a restaurant to pick up an order. The address for where the delivery was the house he stood before.
