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"Foundations of a Fattening Gameshow"
🕑 Added 2025-02-13 16:04:40 +0000 UTCHere is the basis for what I hope will be a new ongoing story, a story that will be fully interactive and for new 10 dollar tier patrons. I have at least one more foundational chapter that I'm going to write which will be available for everyone, and then when I launch my 10 dollar tier the full interactive story will launch with it.
What I need from you is feedback on how you would like this gameshow (including its title) to work, and what you think would make a 10 dollar tier worth it in general. Please leave your feedback in the comments below, or you can discuss the story in the Discord if you're a Talking BS or Even More BS tier patron. You're free to DM me feedback as well.
Thank you.
Enjoy!
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Grigor Manex always figured that with a name like Grigor he was destined to be something of a mad scientist. He owed it to his parents after all who, once upon a time, had been elite Soviet scientists who had bravely crossed the iron curtain so that they would no longer be forced to create secret government projects that transformed and ruined the lives of others and could instead create secret government projects that transformed and ruined the lives of others while making a whole lot of money.
His parents had always espoused the joys of capitalism, the thrill of exploiting others, the delight that came with dominating others and showing off one’s superior intellect, and the pleasure that came with having another person’s life in your hands, at your mercy- someone who once thought themselves untouchable, better than the whole of the world and certainly you now brought low, humiliated, and completed ruined beyond recognition.
This was the American dream.
And yet Grigor was getting bored with it.
He had at his disposal a vast amount of resources, the ability to topple governments if he so chose (and he and his parents had). But that wasn’t enough for Grigor. He constantly sort ways to feed his own proclivities.
And Grigor had a real proclivity for feeding others.
It was more than just that of course. Grigor loved to transform others, especially those were were known for being incredibly vain, for flaunting their figures and their power and feeling untouchable. And Grigor’s favorite ways to humble those people was usually by fattening them up.
Grigor had gotten quite good at his fattening process. He had developed drugs and super concentrated caloric sludge capable of fattening people at an outrageously quick weight. He developed nanites to aid in his transformations, and he had developed numerous psychotropic techniques including types of hypnosis that he could use to control his subjects. He prided himself on being so varied and creating science that was so cutting edge that it worked almost like magic. But while he enjoyed fattening his enemies, and even just people that he considered to be vain and haughty in nature, it wasn’t enough for him to do it in secret anymore.
What Grigor really wanted was to be a star.
He dreamed of fattening celebrities, or at least becoming something of a celebrity while fattening others. Fame, fortune and fattening, that was Grigor’s calling.
Grigor watched the video back of his greatest work to date. He had managed to sell his services to one of those sleazy daytime talk shows, and a vain 18 year old cheerleader named Madison who was a little to eager for fame and very careless about the release forms she was signing had signed up to “learn some humility” by joining the show’s new “fat camp”. She had assumed that this meant that she would be stuck in a fat suit for a few days, maybe forced to eat a big meal or two, and probably end up visiting a new school so she could be laughed at while supposedly learning important life lessons about how lazy fat asses live. She’d dress up as a lazy, greedy, glutton, a pathetic fatty, preach a bit about how she changed and was embracing body positivity and then she would cash in both a paycheck and some newfound fame.
She was very wrong.
Grigor loved watching the way his fattening sludge worked. He enjoyed every single step of it. First, Madison was given a series of injections, serum designed to supercharge the high calorie formula and make her body more receptive to it. The injections also allowed the ability to focus gains in the more desired places. It was decided that it would be far funnier to keep Madison’s perfect and perky breasts considerably smaller than the rest of her fat body, so the injections were designed to focus on her gain into a large, globular gut and some tremendous thunder thighs.
Then he loved the way the formula disappeared from its clear container. He loved watching the way it streaked against the plastic as it made its way down the tube and into Madison’s delicate neck. He loved the way her neck pulsed with each new gulp, and he enjoyed the subtle rise of her belly as her toned abs disappeared thanks to the bloating from the sheer volume of liquid that filled her stomach. He was thankful for the crop top she was given to wear to really showcase the stretching of bulging of her belly and the stretching of her skin.
But his favorite part was always watching the fattening liquid go to work.
The time lapse camera always made it look more magical than it actually was, but it was still a miracle of modern science.
Naturally, the gain started in her already bloated belly, but now her abs were gone forever as the hard shell of her bloated belly became encased in soft spongy fat. Her belly grew out into a fully blown flabby gut, a turgid mass of fat that surged forward and spilled onto her lap. Madison’s previously trim middle soon sprouted thick love handles to match, slabs of fat that spilled over the waistband of the shorts had been given to wear. She even grew a thick roll of back fat to further compliment her flabby spare tire. She cried and as she realized just how fat and flabby her previously trim tummy was getting. But it was the look in her eyes when she realized that this was only the beginning that really brought a smile to Grigor’s face.
Madison’s thighs were the next thing to take the brunt of the weight. It was comical the way her once toned limbs soon thickened to the point of stretching out the leg holes of her shorts. The muscle disappeared, buried under fat just like her abs had been. Her thighs thickened into full blown thunder thighs that pressed together and pushed her legs apart as she sat. Their fat spilled over the chair and her skin gained stretch marks and cellulite. It wasn’t just her thighs that gained weight. The rest of her legs grew fatter as well. Madison’s calves and ankles swelled, and even her toes began to plump up.
But the plumping of her toes was nothing compared to the plumping of her posterior. Her butt grew soft and spongy. The muscle gave way to flab. And though her butt grew, her thighs still took on more of the fat as was the plan. This meant that Madison’s ass certainly grew in size, it mostly grew in sag. She didn’t have enough fat to give her a ton of volume, and this cursed her with a very wide pancake ass. Her fat, flabby and thoroughly deflated cheeks, covered with cellulite, sagged downward and slapped onto the back of her chunky, tree trunk like thunder thighs. Madison’s butt was once proud and perky, and now it was a soft, pathetic blubber butt, just cheeks filled with useless fat and not even enough of it to give her an attractive shape.
Madison’s breasts lost their shapeliness as well. Their size was dwarfed by her blubber body, but they still had enough extra fat added to them to make them sag in a rather defeated way. The sag perfectly matched the rest of Madison’s flabby body which was quickly becoming covered in drooping rolls and sagging folds of fat.
Even her arms grew noticeably thicker. Her lithe limbs grew blubbery bingo wings and the soft fat sagged downward over her fat elbows. Her wrists swelled up, and even Madison’s hands grew fatter. Her previously perfect piano fingers grew into plump sausages just like her toes. Her fat hands would give her a new clumsiness she previously had not experienced. This was aided by the thickness of her thighs which gave her a distinct wobble from side to side and came with saddlebags that were prone to brushing up against things like door frames and knocking objects that weren’t properly secured over.
Her face grew bloated with fat as well. Madison’s once defined cheekbones disappeared as she grew chubby jiggly jowls. And her delicate chin was swallowed up by a second one that sag down toward her chest. Her double chin was quite doughy, and, just like the rest of her softened, fat and flabby body, it quivered at the slightest movement. The fatty deposits on her face gave her a much more rounded look, and the way her chubby cheeks had bloomed made her eyes look beady and gave her face a piggish quality. Tears rolled down those chubby cheeks, and it brought Grigor great joy to know that the vain Madison was gone forever, replaced by the kind of fat girl that Madison had always enjoyed making fun of. The slim and sexy Madison was never to return.
The fattening formula had taken care of that. The injections ensured that both her metabolism was shot and that her appetite was greatly increased. It didn’t take long after Madison’s weight gain was complete that a tray was wheeled in with an entire bucket of fried chicken. Grigor loved watching Madison fight her urge to eat, but the hunger was just too strong. Her bingo wings jiggled fiercely as she tore into a big juicy chicken wing. And once she started tearing into that greasy chicken, she couldn’t stop herself. That’s when Madison, and everyone watching the show, knew that she was going to be a fat girl forever.
Grigor didn’t know what happened to Madison after that. He assumed she went back to school and learned what it was like to be the fattest girl in her class and the butt of many many jokes. He liked to imagine that this caused her to drop out of college and be doomed to a life of a fat menial servant, maybe as a maid or as a worker in the fast food industry. He knew she would end up getting fatter over time, but he wasn’t certain of just how fat she would get.
None of that mattered to Grigor.
He was on to new projects, but the taste of what he had gotten here in this moment stuck with him forever. His work had gotten on film, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore. Grigor wanted to keep fattening people, transforming and humiliating the vain, but he didn’t just want to watch his designs work from behind the camera.
Grigor wanted to be in front of it.
He decided then that the best thing to do was to take all the varied tools at his disposal, plus the incredible amount of money and influence he had gained from years of being an unscrupulous black market mad scientist for hire (Thanks fall of the Soviet Union!) and put together a kind of reality game show thing.
But to figure out how to best structure such a show, from title to transformations to types of contestant, he would need lots of data. And to get that data he would have to have to do something that filled his heart with dread. He had no choice but to do it.
He would need to hold focus groups.
(That's you. You're the focus group. What are your ideas for this gameshow? What kinds of things would you like to see and what would make a premium 10 dollar tier worth joining for you? Let me know below, in our Discord server, or via DM.)
Comments
Semajdnil
I'm hoping this one continues. This was a good one
KAzul
That’d be really cool! Reminds me of Moob22 stories
BS Writer
If including real celebrities was something 10 dollar patrons wanted, than that's something I would include.
KAzul
Grigor mentioned fattening celebrities. Are you going to add real ones or made up ones?
