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June 2023 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2023-07-02 21:34:27 +0000 UTCDaddy Needs some help
“J… son… keep going…”
In a stuffy, musky room, a massive blob-like man was taking up a kingsized bed, his colossal gut wobbling above him as he panted deeply letting out burps and farts. The blob-like man moaned deeply, trying to thrust his swollen hips as his muscular son was holding up the large belly, burying his face in Clark’s fat pad of a groin.
“Keep going… Jer… Be good for Daddy… I, I’m so…. So… URRRRPPPPPPP!” The swollen Clark moaned, heaving out a massive belch that practically shook the room and caused his blubber-packed body to wobble as he climaxed. His swollen toes curled as much as he can, bucking his hips as his son gladly sucked on the stubby cock that was pumping cum into his mouth, taking in the load.
The massive men groaned, sweat dripping off their bodies as they began to separate from one another. The younger bear groaned as he pulled out from his fat dad’s groin, wiping his goatee of the cum that spilt from his mouth.
“That was great Dad. Hope you can keep that up for later,” Jeremy said, smiling before grabbing his dad’s enormous belly, shaking the swollen blubber and earning a foghorn fart from the practically bed-bound hog of a man. The two men moaned and breathed in the musk stench, relishing the manly odour coming off one another. Before the two could go for another round, a knock came from the bedroom door. “Oh? Looks like the shrimp brought more food.”
The heavy bear of a son stood up, lumbering to the door before opening it, pushing aside empty food cartoons. Standing at the door was a slim man carrying bags of food, though what made him more noticeable was that he had curved horns and skin a vibrant red that made him look like a cooked lobster.
“Hey Shrimp, got everything?” Jeremy asked while taking the bags of food, clearly not bothered by the small man’s appearance. As the immense son went to the desk that had the only clear surface, the smaller man went over to Clark’s face. The huge man almost not seeing him as he was too deep in his own arousal, fat hands groping his swollen moobs and stretched nipples before catching sight of the red man coming around.
“I take it you’re enjoying the wish?” Dante asked, slightly grounding his teeth as he looked over the huge blob, recalling how it wasn’t long ago before Clark and Jeremy had been normal father and son. Clark had made a wish with Dante to relax, of course, unaware that he’d be cresting a ton or that his computer programmer son would be a muscle bear who would sexually pleasure him. But what even Dante didn’t see was how the wish would bind the demon to serve the corpulent man as he gorged himself to a more gargantuan size.
“Yeah… could do with some… URRRPPP… More.”
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Let the Tiny Eat Cake
In a world of heroes and villains, where superpowers were commonplace and considered the norm. There were multiple fates that could befall the people of the world, be it cruel deaths beyond the common man’s imagination, to seeming convoluted reasons for a person to be brought back to life.
Yet with all these, there were still some surprises, especially for heroes captured by their nemesis.
In an abandoned warehouse, the shrinking hero Tiny was facing one such fate.
“Well, Tiny. I don’t think you’ll be any smaller.” The villain, The Chef, said as he entered the warehouse, looking towards the table that rested in the centre of the expansive hall. The portly villain was pleased to see what was there, and more specifically what was no longer there.
Yesterday there had been a trapped shrinking hero and a multi-tier cake that belonged at a wedding. Now though, the cake was long gone, only the crumbs remaining. However, replacing it was a blob-like shape that took up most of the table. Getting closer, The Chef saw the finer details of the shape. The stretched suit of the hero tears in sections, exposing the flabby flesh of the tiny hero. The villain saw Tiny’s blubber face, looking up in a dazed look as he let out deep belches.
“How you feeling blobby?” The Chef asked, placing a hand against the blob, knowing even though the hero had been the size of an action figure yesterday, he was probably heavier than he was at the hero’s normal height. As the villain shook the blubbery hero, earning more deep belches from the stuffed blob.
“C-Can I ..UURRRPPPP… Get more?” The tiny hero groaned out, voice thick with fat as the tiny blob tried to move, tiny stubs of hands trying to move, causing the rolls of fat to shake about.
“Course.” The Chef said, already planning the meals that’ll make the tiny hero so fat, even shrunken he’ll be taller than most people.
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Science Too Far
Doctor Stevenson was focused on weight gain and growth, something he had been practically obsessed with since an early age. He was so focused on gaining weight when he realised his latest serum would work, he didn’t hesitate to use it on himself.
Though he realised he might have tested it out more before drinking it.
“- Current weight of the subject, 1587 pounds.”
Stevenson’s assistant called, voice muffled by the hazmat suit he was wearing as he worked to continue the research that was generated by the results of Doctor Stevenson’s decision.
“Another… urrrppp… ten pounds in a day.” Stevenson groaned as he relaxed in his cell. The once tiny scientist had been replaced in but two weeks. His body was now an amorphous blob of a man, skin taking a greenish tint as his sweat was more of an ooze. The comparison to a blob was more apt since his legs had long since fused together, giving the man look more like a slug when he dragged himself across his cell to gorge on food provided by the other researchers.
The research going on was no longer on weight gain since the other men were no longer focused on that. Whilst they initially began to look for a way to reverse what was done to their boss, that had changed with two things. The first is Stevenson’s refusal to work on a cure, stating he relished the change as he played with his fat rolls. The second was despite the change and loss of legs, Stevenson was perfectly healthy even as he weighed closer to a ton with every passing day. Their investors had wanted to monetise this, to try and figure a way to remove health issues caused by extreme weight.
So as Stevenson gorged from his trough, sweat dripping off like slime and lost in the euphoria of being so big, the researchers collected samples of his sweat and cum to try and isolate the health benefits of his gigantic mass. The main issue they had was making sure the former doctor didn’t grow too fast that he outgrows the containment cell.
