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Snep Gains (Patreon Commission for Rioku)
🕑 Added 2020-11-14 13:08:13 +0000 UTCTAGS: Weight Gain, Fat, Hyper (Sorta?)
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In the absence of a body that gave him what he wanted, William turned to the wonderful, reality-altering powers of medical science. In a move that surprised absolutely no one, the snep had saved up enough money to buy himself an early Christmas gift, something that he’d been looking forward to for what felt like years: a fattening pill! The product of years of chemical and market research on the part of some company whose name he couldn’t remember, it was supposed to help the body retain more fat from everything that it processed, or some fancy stuff like that; the way the snow leopard remembered it was far simpler: “Eat More, Fatten More”, the slogan for the product itself.
He’d been looking for something like it ever since he discovered that, much to his chagrin, he just couldn’t get his body weight past the hundred-and-fifty pound mark, no matter how hard he tried. Even with a sedentary lifestyle and a desk-based job, somehow he managed to burn off any excess calories, making it practically impossible for him to put on any weight without wasting a small fortune on gorging himself daily; and as much as the snep wanted to see himself bloat up to look like his idols, he wasn’t going to be putting down hundreds of dollars in food every week just so he’d have a fighting chance. Therefore, as soon as he found out that the magical fattening pill of his dreams had just been made a reality, he hurried to purchase it, gladly sucking up the initial investment to get his hands on a bottle full of those things.
It arrived on the mail a few days later, carrying with it a set of instructions on best use practices. Not wanting to blow the one opportunity he was given at finally reaching the body of his dreams, the snep made sure to triple-check them all, even going so far as to pin the pamphlet to a corkboard he had had in his home office. After so long spent without any results, he took the first pill just before lunch, then started preparing the biggest meal he’d had in months. It wasn’t anything particularly fancy, just large: an entire meatloaf, just for him, something that he normally wouldn’t splurge out on unless it was a really big occasion (such as that one). It took him the better part of an hour to go through, and by the end he was so stuffed that he could see a small bump on his belly where his stomach rumbled and gurgled, but it’d all be worth it by the end; assuming the pills did what they were advertised for, he was going to see results in mere hours rather than having to wait for weeks only to be disappointed.
Indeed, as the rest of the day went by and William got busy doing whatever was on his list of chores, he began to notice how the food baby he was carrying wasn’t going anywhere, even after his stomach stopped making noises; if anything, when he brought his hands to his belly, it didn’t feel as stuffed as it had been, having gone back to its usual softness… but with a lot more added pudge to it as well. The face he made upon realizing what had happened could only be described as joy incarnate, and if not for the physical impossibility of it, the snep might have literally beamed with pride, illuminating his surroundings so much that he’d scrape the paint off the walls with sheer lux power. The snep rushed to the nearest mirror, holding his shirt up to inspect the damage; sure enough, there it was, a belly, a right and proper belly with fat and everything! It was tiny, at least compared to what he wanted it to be, but it was proof of concept; now all he had to do was keep eating and taking the pills, and soon enough he’d be waddling from place to place rather than walking normally!
Over the course of the next few days, William made sure not to go overboard on how much he was intaking; he wanted results, yes, but now that he knew the pills worked, he didn’t feel like he needed to rush it, not like before. A slow and steady pace, over time, allowing him to simply enjoy his life while reaping the benefits, would give him the best experience possible; rather than having it all in one go, it was best to spread his enjoyment over time, giving him ample opportunities to appreciate how his belly was slowly growing more rotund, how he woke up progressively heavier, how simple tasks began to grow harder to complete. His breath was the first to be affected, and something as banal as climbing up the stairs to his apartment was now more of a physical chore than just… something he did. While others might’ve found that to be indicative of a need to go on a diet, for William it was a sign that things were going the right way; he’d start at the ground floor, perfectly fine, and end up drenched in sweat and barely able to breathe by the time he got to the top! He did this a few times before realizing it was best for his health to start using the elevator from that point forward, itself yet another constant reminder of how fat he was getting.
Clothes were another issue, and one that he deliberately postponed dealing with until he absolutely had to. Nothing gave him more joy and happiness than walking somewhere with a shirt that was several sizes too small, what with it riding up his enormous, bloated stomach and showing his pudgy self off to everyone in the street. Not many people reciprocated the sheer, unfettered excitement, but those that did made it worth several times over; at points, whenever he brought up that he was on the fattening pill, people asked to take a selfie so they could convince their friends that it actually did work! William saw that as some sort of service to the community, in his own little odd way. Similarly, restaurant owners in the local shopping centre were happy to give him the best (read: most exposed) tables so that everyone could tell that he was there; many had been paying top dollar to patronize the fat pill, hoping to receive some return on investment after it made the rounds, so using the snep to show to their customers that it was, indeed, the real thing, was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
As for the snep himself, he couldn’t really think of anything better for him. Large meals, ready to eat, at a discount and without the need for him to cook them? All he had to do was sit his widening ass down and gorge himself on some delicious food? They didn’t have to ask him twice; wouldn’t take long before he just stopped cooking for himself altogether, and began spending his dinner and lunchtimes around restaurant-goers and prospective fat enthusiasts wanting to know what it was like to live a life at that size. He always did his best to let them know that it was a challenge, and that it wasn’t all roses and sunshine; going up stairs slowly became an impossibility, yes, but so did anything that required physical effort, like bringing groceries back home or reaching at higher shelves. It was a commitment… but a really good one.
A commitment that began to pay off without him having to wait much time; either it was a deliberate design decision, or his body had just taken to the pills exceedingly well, but the snep could swear that the effects of his new medication were starting to be magnified the longer he was on it. It went past the point where he simply retained most or all of the small bloating he felt after every large meal and instead he began to feel as if he was actually getting bigger than he should be. It was nothing more than a suspicion at first, and he was happy to classify it as such; probably just his mind being tricked into seeing something that wasn’t there, courtesy of having a body of his dreams just handed to him with such ease, so it was normal that he thought he was getting even fatter than in his most optimistic projections. As time went on and he bought a set of scales that didn’t immediately break under the strain of holding his full girth however, the snow leopard began to run out of excuses to tell himself; he wasn’t gaining a couple of pounds a day, maybe two or three if he was really lucky, but upwards of five, sometimes getting close to ten if he happened to stuff himself particularly happily. It was hard to tell what did it though; was it the pills, or the fact that he was eating out a lot more often than before he started his journey? Was it the chemicals contained in that magical medicine or him pigging out twice a day with plenty of snacks in between lunch and dinner?
If he wanted to, William could probably find the answer, but that assumed he was ready to start moving variables around and potentially cut back on his eating habits, which was no longer an option as far as the snep cared; he hadn’t gone that far just to put his paws down and decide to stop, much less begin to question the effects of his weight pills. No, if he was starting to fatten up faster than before, then that was clearly something he’d just have to deal with, and by “deal with”, he of course meant act as if it wasn’t happening and keep eating just as happily and merrily as before. That this had profound effects on his life didn’t really matter, nor did the leopard give much thought to them, even when they began to seriously interfere with his ability to function on a daily basis; the important thing was, he was still getting bigger.
Every day, he’d wake up to the sound of his bed’s springs groaning underneath the onslaught of his body, making a mental note to buy a replacement mattress after he heard the inside of his current one breaking in multiple places. Every day he’d have a hard time rolling out of bed, with his blubbery self jiggling and wobbling almost uncontrollably; at times he would outright flop onto the ground, then have to spend close to five minutes finding something to hold onto just to get back on his feet. Moving through doors became a chore, what with his belly getting stuck on the frames, and even something as simple as going to the bathroom took so much out of him that the snep was left sweaty and breathless, unable to even think straight after such an immense workout. But that was fine; this is what he wanted.
Clothing had begun to take a toll on his budget, though mercifully he could just redirect the money he would’ve spent in food towards getting custom-ordered shirts and pants; no store held anything in stock that could remotely fit him anymore, or at least not the ones near him, forcing him to make all of his purchases online. Even then, most of his stuff wouldn’t last for more than a few days before it began to either ride up his torso or cut into his waist, forcing him to keep constantly buying replacements; it would’ve been a matter for concern, but William was lucky to find a company willing to sponsor him, much like the local restaurants had, if only he agreed to be part of their latest “plus size” marking campaign. The snep was elated at the prospect, and not just because that meant getting free stuff; having others lay their eyes on him and admire the body he had built for himself was… surprisingly arousing, even if he was far too embarrassed to admit it to himself, much less say it out loud. Even then, his new generous patron had their hands full keeping up with his swelling waistline, and at times the snep was left wondering if they’d just drop him after it became too unwieldy. But that was fine; this is what he wanted.
Getting out of his apartment cost him more and more each day, until he began to seriously consider the option of simply… not leaving. It’d be terrible for his sponsorships and backroom deals with the local restaurants and diners, but perhaps he could do something with a webcam feed and a dedicated website or something of the sort; all he knew was that the constant to and fro of getting out of his house and into the elevator on the other end of the hallway was starting to beat the breath out of him, to say nothing of how he was getting so heavy that he was approaching the damned thing’s weight limit. Soon enough, the snep would be unable to leave by virtue of the elevator not working at all, because there was no way in all of the seven hells that he’d be taking the stairs. But wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? To be so immensely girthy, so colossal and tubby, that doing things that others did with minimal hassle cost him an arm and a leg? This was why he had taken the pills to begin with, so clearly now he had to deal with the consequences; in fact, he didn’t so much care about being stuck in his house as much as he did having to pay for food again. But that was fine; this is what he wanted.
These were the words he kept repeating to himself, past the point where he could barely move without external assistance. Much to his surprise, his sponsors had decided to splurge out a bit and send people over to help with his daily needs; the amount of business he had generated purely by being associated with their brand had brought in enough money to justify them keeping a small team of assistants on the payroll purely to let the snep carry on with his life, with the secondary goal of encouraging him to keep fattening up even more. With a series of streams broadcasting to restaurants around the city, a whole show being filmed around him based on his gains, and his money woes effectively solved for the foreseeable future, William could focus completely on eating. Eating and eating and eating until he easily breezed past the eight hundred pound mark and raced to meet the glorious thousand, knowing full well that, at that point, there would be no turning back; as soon as he got too fat to move, he’d just start scarfing down food endlessly, continuously, until he turned himself into a soft ball of snep pudge.
But that was fine.
This is what he wanted.
