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April 2022 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2022-04-26 21:20:47 +0000 UTC(Just short drabbles for the ideas of the april poll that didn't win. Enjoy)
Beer Bloat:
“What the Hell was in that beer?”
Within the yearly beer fest, two friends had been sampling the local beers on display. Everything had been normal till they tried a batch from a company called ‘M.A.S.S Inc’. After drinking the sweet beverage, the two men quickly found themselves swelling with mass.
“I don’t know.” Carl said, reaching a hand down to rub his swollen gut, struggling to reach over his swollen moobs.” But I could go for another one.”
“Carl?” Dylan was surprised to hear his once skinny friend say, looking over the enormous man whose thick arms were probably heavier than his body had been. However, the spontaneous growth the two had gone through made them thirsty for more of the beer. The craving for more of the sweet-tasting nectar proved to be too much for them to resist. “I mean… one more couldn’t hurt.”
The waddling men returned to the stall, growing bigger with each heavy step they took. Their massive, bare hips knocked over the more petite men in their path as the two whale-like friends wondered if they could take a keg each.
So Good You Can’t Stop:
Charles was a renowned food critic, known for his critical review and how he would limit himself during the tastings. No one was safe from the writing of his pen. His strict reviews have destroyed entire careers and facilities with his cutting words alone.
Trying out a new restaurant that had promised an unforgettable meal, Charles was ready to be disappointed and destroy the overpromising business. However, the moment he brought a mouthful to his mouth, the taste hitting his tongue was an almost overpowering, delicious taste. Charles found he couldn’t stop eating, breaking his three-bite rule as he consumed more, eating as the wait staff brought him more and more food.
The once slim critic had gradually overfilled the seat of his struggling chair. Charles’ form-fitted suit was now straining with buttons starting to pop off with his swelling form piling on fat. The growing critic’s growing gut, now free from the confines of his shirt, pushed against the table, forcing it away from Charles as he demanded more and more food, plates being placed on his ample chest.
The Curse of the Town:
‘I shouldn’t have moved here.’
This was not the first time Paul had thought of this since moving to the sleepy town of Brutesdale. The initial low price and decent looking buildings had lulled the man into a false sense of security that when he paid and signed for everything, he didn’t realise he forgot to inspect how the neighbours were.
When he first moved in, he saw a giant, muscle-bound gorilla of a man doing bench presses in his driveway, lifting a truck like it was an average weight with his arms thicker than Paul’s entire body.
The next time Paul thought something was weird was when he felt the ground shaking, looking out to see a literal giant of a man, standing over the powerlines as he shuffled across town, his drooping belly covering his crotch and thick as building thighs.
Paul realised something was very wrong when he woke one day to his bed collapsing under him, his slim body gone and replaced with tons of blubber, flesh-coloured fat spreading out across to fill the room, crushing anything that got under him.
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Anthony Williams
Awesome shorts!!
