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Gainer Story Archive - "The Big Blob", 2015
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 21:03:17 +0000 UTCThe Big Blob
by Lardfill, 2015
*contains science fiction elements, vore, gay sex, language, and extreme weight gain.
It was nearing midnight when the truck pulled into the small grass lot surrounded by miles of forest, the headlights illuminating the campsite that the guys had put together many years ago. The young men in the truck - Chris, Max, and Zach - grew up on the same street in their small town and had become very close over the years. They hung out every day, got drunk at the campsite every weekend, and occasionally fooled around together when they were drunk, and tonight would be no different. Zach and Max would end up drunkenly playing with Chris's body, who would be so full of beer and snacks that he would just lay back and moan as the two took care of themselves and then would focus their attention on pleasuring him together.
Chris was fat - some would say his girth was alarming, but Zach and Max both found his growing blubber made him more attractive. He was muscular when he was in his early teens, they all had been focused on trying to develop abs and getting hard muscles all over, but when Chris was sixteen he spent a few months bulking up and it changed his life. He would eat massive meals, opting to "dirty bulk" while Zach and Max "clean bulked" - meaning that Chris spent months binge eating fast food and high calorie, fatty foods while his buddies binge ate tuna, rice, and protein shakes. That year, his body began to transform rapidly and the guys began poking fun at his new jiggly fat, but also supported his decent into obesity. By the time high school graduation rolled around, Chris was a flabby 400lbs while Zach and Max were muscular and each of them were half of his weight. Now, two years after graduation, Chris was well over 600lbs and his weight was skyrocketing fast but it was actually mostly Max's fault.
Max had always found Chris's pale freckled skin and dark red hair attractive, but when his milky skin began fleshing out and sagging with ample soft fat, he began seriously lusting over him. He loved the differences in their bodies, with Max having dark chocolate skin and a tall, lean, and hung muscular body contrasting Chris's vanilla soft-serve body and small penis. He kept his attraction to himself mostly, but Max was responsible for breaking the ice with the drunken sexual advancements and for Chris's decision to try dirty bulking. He wanted Chris fatter - the fattest - and he wanted to step things up from casual playing to more intense sexual acts involving fat-fucking and anal sex. Max was very well endowed, with a bulky 11" cock that put his friends' dicks to shame. Chris's dick was very small in comparison, and the giant load of flab that swallowed it up now made his penis too short to actually emerge from the overhanging lard.
Zach, the third friend of the trio, was more intrigued by how Chris had let himself go so proudly and he got off many times on the fact that as his friend's enormous flabby body had lost all of its masculinity. He would jerk off on Chris's giant flabby tits, cumming on nipples that used to be normal sized but had stretched out several inches across. He admired Chris's gluttony, wishing he could let himself go and eat like a pig too but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He loved his recent slight beer belly growth, but it was all he was going to allow himself to grow, devoting more time to the gym to build his upper body muscle so he could still feel like a man. Zach had a short brown beard and was pretty hairy all over, unlike Chris who was smooth naturally, and Max, who only had a little body hair . The three of them were each quite different but it had only made their sex more interesting.
Tonight, once the campfire had been burning for a while and several cases of beer were empty, Chris slowly got up to his feet and clumsily wandered over the empty beer bottles to the bushes to take a piss and Max followed him, watching the enormous hulk of lard jiggle and waddle.
"You need some help?" Max quietly offered.
"Please," Chris slurred.
Max had done this many times, as Chris had gotten so large that he needed help holding back the endless body fat to expose the small penis head so he could piss freely. He had been embarrassed at first and Max had assured him it was fine, but even so, Chris still felt very uncomfortable having his friend help him do such personal things. Once he finished, Max helped him pull his pants up and without thinking, planted a kiss on Chris's plump face. Chris just looked into Max's eyes for a second and kissed him back.
"Let's get you back to your chair," Max said with a warm smile and helped him slowly waddle back to the fire where a chair made from a big old tree stump sat waiting for his fat ass.
Zach was incredibly drunk and missed the recent romantic developments while watching fail videos on his phone and laughing hysterically. Chris and Max plopped down by him and began watching too, guzzling more beer and laughing with him. That's when the phone shut off on its own and a rumble could be heard coming from the sky. The guys looked up at the stars in the sky and quickly spotted the source of the noise - a flickering orange pinpoint in the sky shot straight down from above in a streak of light. There was a ripping sound, like cloth being torn apart, but boomingly loud and fast. Only Max watched it all the way to the ground, as both Chris and Zach shielded their eyes. The ground shook for a split second and a rain of stones, dust, and clumps of grass landed over the campsite. The guys just stared in disbelief at the smoking pit on the other side of the small field.
"Did that just happen?!" Zach blurted out.
"What the hell was that?!" Chris yelled out, his hands covering his ears as the final pebbles and pieces of dirt fell back down to the ground.
Max was already running with a flashlight across the tall grass and came to a stop at the impact point. The other two joined him once Chris found another flashlight and Zach decided on bringing a big burning stick as a torch. They all stood around the five foot-wide crater and looked puzzled at the object sitting at the bottom. In the middle of the hole was what looked like a very large pearl, perfectly clean and white.
"What do you think that thing is?" Zach asked, lowering his torch down towards it, watching the white sphere's surface reflect back hints of many colors.
"It must be some kind of mineral," Max guessed, watching the orb with amazement.
It suddenly cracked like it was struck by something, but didn't make a sound. The guys jumped back in shock and slowly approached it again. There was an intoxicating aroma suddenly filling the field, and it appeared like the mysterious sphere was giving off wisps of vapour.
"Do you think it's toxic?" Chris asked, scared.
"I guess we'll be the first to find out," Max answered, knowing it was too late to worry about that.
"God, it smells good, doesn't it?" Zach said with a chuckle. "Is it just me, or does that thing not smell delicious?"
"It really does," Chris agreed, and is belly growled loudly as if to agree.
"I've never even heard of this kind of thing before," Max said, bewildered.
Zach found a thin stick nearby and slowly brought the tip of it to the surface of the orb. Surprisingly, the pearlescent sphere latched onto the stick in a glob of milky goo, leaving a round hollow imprint in the ground. Zach yelped and dropped it, stumbling away with the other two.
"Shit! What the hell?!" Zach blurted out. "Where is it?!"
"It's still on the stick," Max assured. "Look at it, it looks like it's cooking."
He was definitely right, it did appear as though the mysterious glob was cooking as it sat motionless on the end of the stick. The skin of it was darkening to a golden hue, and the smell resembled baking bread, bacon, and sugar. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving what strangely looked like some kind of weird pastry on the stick. Zach cautiously picked the stick up again and examined the crispy glob closer. Max tapped quickly on the surface with his finger and looked completely confused.
"I have no idea what that is. It feels like bread or something."
Zach began giggling, stumbling back as the adrenaline lowered a little and the drunken feeling began clouding his judgement.
"Hey, Chris... I will pay you $20 to eat that thing," Zach said, laughing and jokingly rubbing at his massive belly.
"No way, man!" Chris laughed. "You think I want to eat that?"
"Come on..." Zach taunted, edging Chris closer to Max and the glob. "Do it, do it, do it, do it...."
Chris shoved him away playfully and looked back at Max, who had a grin on his face, but still looked concerned over the object. They returned to the campfire with the blob on the stick, setting it near the fire as they continued to drink and enjoy the night, excited that they would have a story to tell once they got back into town.
"Do you think people are going to show up?" Chris asked before taking a swig of beer.
"Who? Like, scientists?" Zach said with a laugh.
"Astronomers maybe, I don't know," Chris responded, setting the empty bottle down and resting his hands on his swollen flabby belly. Without missing a beat, Max put another cold beer into his chubby hands. "Thanks, man."
"I doubt anyone is coming tonight," Max weighed in. "I think I'll drive this thing out to the university on Monday, though."
The three looked at the glob on the stick, and Chris's belly rumbled in response to the smell that was still lingering in the air. Despite himself, he really did want to eat it. It smelled so good and looked harmless, but he was well aware it would most likely kill him or make him incredibly sick. Instead, he emptied another beer bottle and opened another, making his total count fourteen. By the end of the night, he would consume another ten and end up passed out on the mattress in the payload of the truck. He had outgrown the tents that the other two used, so the guys rigged up a tarp roof overtop so he could have a deluxe tent, and Chris was thankful not to have to get up and down off of the ground.
By the time everyone was too drunk to make intelligent conversation, it was nearing dawn and the guys decided it was time to get some sleep. Chris and Max went to the truck, where Max began helping him climb in, shoving his hands into the ample ass fat, his thumbs digging into the crack as much as the sweat pant material would allow. Chris grunted a little in pleasure and let his weight sink back down a little, driving Max's strong fingers into his ass crack more. A stitch in the fabric broke in response and Max pushed his fingers hard into all the blubber pushing back.
"Fuck man, you have one fuckin' fat ass," Max slurred out. "You know, you really look good... the fatter you get, the more.... I just want to fuck you so bad."
Chris flopped forward, his face crashing into the mattress hard, sending his giant body sloshing back and forth like a loosely-set jelly mould. Max licked his lips and was going to jump up and join him in the truck when he lost his footing and stumbled backwards, falling on his back in the tall grass. As he looked up at the stars, he felt the alcohol winning the battle and passed out for the night.
Chris slowly managed to roll over and turn his body around so his face was pointing out the back of the truck. He looked back at the fire pit and could only see Zach digging around in the cooler. Chris's belly grumbled loudly, hunger hitting him as he saw Zach pull out one of the sandwiches from a wrapped pack of four.
"Zach! Bring me the rest of those!" Chris yelled out with a big smile. "Max, you want one?"
Max groaned from the grass and mumbled something in response.
"Max, get up here," Chris whispered and started chuckling. "Get up in here, man."
Only another groan from the grass in response.
Zach wandered over, nearly tripping over his own feet twice and plopped the opened package of sandwiches in front of Chris's fat face. He looked down at Max and laughed before helping Max up onto his feet and then slowly up into the truck.
"You guys all set?" Zach asked. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to crash in my tent. I drank a little too much, I think."
"No worries, I think we're all just going to sleep," Chris confirmed, and Max replied by beginning to snore.
"Alright, eat those before you go to bed or else they'll be no good by morning," Zach said with a big grin. "Try not to roll over and crush Max."
Chris just laughed, taking a huge bite of the first sandwich. It tasted like pure bliss on his tongue. Fresh bread, a lot of mayo, and it tasted like bacon was mixed into the chicken salad. Before he knew it, the three sandwiches were gone so Chris rolled onto his side and pulled Max's trim body in close. Max rolled over, facing Chris and hugged onto the giant mass of soft doughy belly in front of him, nuzzling his face into one of Chris's flabby tits.
"I love you," Max drunkenly whispered before continuing to snore.
Chris kissed him on the forehead and quietly sighed, a smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep. He had never heard Max confess his love to him before - Chris was always aware that Max was turned on by him, but love had never been part of the topic until now. Chris was feeling so warm inside as he fell asleep that he didn't even notice the strange rumblings in his stomach.
When Chris awoke, there was a ravenous hunger inside of his stomach. He needed to eat, immediately! He pushed Max from his body and clumsily flopped his way out of the truck's backend and fumbled to the ground in his underwear. His fat body jiggled and bounced wildly in the crisp morning air as he approached one of the coolers by the still-smouldering fire. He threw the lid open and began digging into the snacks with his bare hands, shoving mouthfuls of chips, pretzels, sandwiches, marshmallows, chocolate, cookies - everything - into his mouth like he had been starved for a week.
Max groggily stumbled out of the truck, putting his t-shirt back on and obviously dealing with morning wood as his enormous erection obscenely bounced against his boxer shorts. The sight of his 650lb friend eating food like a pig was an intense sight first thing in the morning. When he got close, however, he noticed something was different. He was looking somehow even fatter than the day before - to a very noticeable point. Chris's underwear fit the day before, but now they looked ready to bust apart. His belly and tits hung lower and his ass was no longer fitting inside of the underwear with massive globes of fat pushing the fabric down lower and lower. He looked like he had gained 25lbs in a night.
"Christ, what have you been eating, big guy?" Max jokingly asked with a gravel voice.
Chris grunted in response before pushing a whole sandwich into his mouth effortlessly, seeming to swallow it without even chewing. There was sweat running down his face and his eyes looked glassy and unfocused like an animal.
"Are you okay?" Max asked, concerned.
"You - want - me - fatter," was all Chris managed to say, but his words were said almost robotically, in a tone that almost didn't even sound like his voice anymore. It was lower and at a different pitch and manner.
Max backed up in surprise, his mind still foggy and a little drunk. It was then that he noticed the stick and that the glob of mysterious goo was gone. Panic set in as he searched the campsite, waking up Zach in the process.
"Zach, did you see what happened to that blob on the stick?" Max asked as a naked Zach poked his squinting eyes out of the tent.
"The blob?" Zach asked in a crackling voice before his mind remembered the previous night. "Oh yeah! I remember!"
He began to laugh and looked over at Chris, who had his flabby back turned and his face down close to the cooler of food.
"I think I fed it to him," Zach said, suddenly serious. "Hey, are you feeling alright, Chris?"
Chris nodded a bit but continued to eat, not wanting to take focus off of consuming.
"Is he okay?" Zach asked Max.
Max was still staring at Zach in shock over the news that he fed Chris the strange glob from space.
"You 'fed' it to him?" Max asked in a sour tone, stepping closer to Zach's tent with an angry look.
"Yeah, I mean... I put it in the sandwich he ate," Zach confessed. "I'm sorry, bro. I guess I thought it was funny."
"You fed him something that might be toxic... it might be some fucking alien shit! Or maybe that was a god damned alien species! Who the hell knows?!" Max began hollering, furious over the stupidity of his friend. "You better pray that it was harmless because if he gets hurt, I will bury you."
Max pushed Zach back into his tent so hard that his naked body rolled back inside so forcefully that it ripped out the pegs mounting it to the ground, leaving him in an overturned tent. He hollered back out through the tent as he tossed around in the fabric, "Oh you fucking ass! He's fine! Oh, damn it bro, my weed's all over the place!"
Max watched the twisted pile of tent move around as Zach began crawling around on his hands and knees, trying to funnel his spilled stash back into a bag. It was always clear that Zach had the least brains of the three, but Max hated it when Zach put Chris in harm's way like he had done so many times in the past. All Max ever wanted was to spend time with Chris and so he returned to his obese friend and found him emptying another cooler and guzzling the remaining beer like water.
"Are you feeling okay, Chris? I'm worried," Max said, rubbing Chris's soft folds of flesh on his back.
"I need more food," Chris said through a mouth full of food.
"More than this?" Max looked down at the coolers and found them both empty. "You ate everything?! There was enough food in here for two days and you ate it all in ten minutes?"
"I need more food, now," Chris demanded, swallowing the last bite.
"Okay, let's just get you back to the truck and see if there's anything left there," Max said cautiously.
"There's nothing there. Let's go back to town," Chris said bluntly, his belly gurgling.
Max laid his hands on Chris's upper belly and felt the swollen bulge of his stomach that was filled with a small feast. Chris's eyes rolled back and he moaned in pleasure as Max's strong fingers rubbed and probed at the tight ball of upper belly that was buried under inches of soft fat. His hanging underbelly jiggled and swayed with the belly massage, and Max let his hands drift down and grasp at the loose, flabby flesh like it was a two hundred pound sack of proofed bread dough. It was heavy but delicately soft, the touch of it sent Max's cock growing and throbbing to life in seconds. He wanted so badly to stick his thick eleven inches in that underbelly fold between Chris's hanging belly and his pubic fat roll; to fuck all that blubber would feel incredible. The fact that Chris had enough flab hanging off of his frame to allow a hard, nearly foot-long cock to ram in and out of it with ease was amazing to Max, but he wanted to see more weight on Chris's frame. The truth is, he imagined Chris becoming so fat that he could slide his erection into any fold and have it never touch bottom. Seeing him eat so much and so fast was making him want to cum before barely a minute had passed.
"Max, I am so hungry. Take me into town," Chris said with a stone cold face.
"We're going to need some time to pack up, okay?" Max said with a concerned smile.
Chris looked down at Max's underwear and saw his full-blown erection pushing out against the stretchy fabric. His jaw made a small snap sound and his eyes locked on the shaft outline. He looked at Max's face and leaned in fast, licking from the base of his muscular neck, up over his jaw line and curving back to Max's mouth. His fat, wet tongue pushed past Max's soft lips and ran over his tongue, tasting him and sending waves of pleasure to both men.
When the kiss ended, Max took off his shirt and underwear and stood naked in front of Chris. His bare body was made miniature by the pure scale of Chris, who's pale blubber jiggled from the slightest movement. Max's dark skin was close to his muscles, barely any fat separated them, with only the slightest jiggle of his muscles (but only when they were relaxed). The two stood and looked at each other for a minute, admiring the sight in front of each of them.
Chris lowered his bulk onto his stump chair and grabbed Max's cock with both hands like he was lifting a hot dog to his mouth. There was another 'click' sound from Chris's jaw and with surprise, Max found Chris able to take his entire member like it was nothing more than a lollipop. Chris's lips locked on the chocolate cockhead and immediately a wet, warm suction pulled Max's entire shaft down his throat. The sensation of having his cock so deeply down Chris's throat with so little effort was overwhelming, and Max tried to pull out to avoid cumming too soon.
"Wait, wait, wait... oh my God.... just... hold on..." Max panted, partially in shock. He had never experienced anything like that in his life. "Let me pull out for a second."
Chris slowly let the suction down, but managed to open his mouth wide enough to suck Max's large balls into his mouth too. He playfully rolled and fondled them with his tongue and Max groaned in pleasure.
"Wait..." Max whispered, eyes clenched shut, knowing that the sight of the events occurring at his crotch would put him over the edge.
Chris stopped sucking and in one swift movement, Max stumbled back a step and pulled his entire cock out of Chris's throat with ease, like a cork getting pulled from a good bottle of wine. There was an audible pop of the suction seal breaking as his cockhead slid out, wet and throbbing. He was about to get down to play with Chris's tits and belly when Chris lowered himself to the grass and laid on his belly, causing his ass to ride up in the air.
"So hungry..." Chris said, his belly growling loudly.
Max half-laughed in disbelief. Chris had never gone this far sexually before, and he seemed so eager for it now. He couldn't say no to the opportunity and pulled down Chris's massive 10xl underwear to reveal two fleshy globes of ass fat. Each cheek held more fat than most people have on their entire bodies, and Max was eager to part those cheeks and push inside of the man he had loved for so long. He spread the fat blobs apart and had to push extra hard just to get his asscrack spread far enough to see the little pink, puckered hole at the bottom. For fun, Max let the ass fat go and watched it slap together and wobble until it finally came to a rest. He did this again, faster and repeatedly, making the massive cheeks clap over and over.
"Oh fuck, you're so soft, Chris. So soft," Max said softly, sliding a finger down into the ass crack, feeling the pressure of the blubber push against it as he wriggled it deeper and deeper. He was wrist-deep and his finger still wasn't touching bottom. "Are you ready, big boy?"
Chris moaned in anticipation and softly continued as Max slowly pushed his eleven inches between the two flabby globes. The pressure on his cock was intense, but it swallowed the shaft up without resistance. When his swollen cock head pushed against Chris's asshole, it opened and almost felt like it was pulling him in deeper. Max pried the ass cheeks apart and watched as his shaft slid into Chris and disappeared in him, lost in his warm insides, with his cock somewhere in the enormous mass of obesity under him. Max pulled back out slightly before ramming his cock back in, and he gasped when the push sent him balls-deep into Chris. His entire cock shaft was inside of him, and Max found most of his hips wrapped in the insides of Chris's ass cheeks. Max placed his hands on the ultra-soft ass fat that was pried completely apart, wedging his lean body firmly and deeply inside.
"Oh my god, Chris... oh god..." Max cried out so loud that his voice echoed in the field.
Nearly one foot deep inside of Chris's colon, Max's cock throbbed so much that Chris could feel the veins inside of it rushing with blood. He also felt as a thick gob of hot cum pulsing up the shaft, erupting from the tip with so much force that it tickled his insides. He felt burst after burst shooting out, hitting his innards with a pinpoint of pressure. He felt his body react completely, like a light had come on inside of him and something had awakened. His belly growled loudly and lasted for nearly a minute as Max laid panting and relaxed with his arms wrapped around Chris's back, his fingertips just able to reach Chris's large pink nipples.
"I need to eat," Chris said firmly.
Without hesitation, Max calmly replied, "Let's get you fed."
Something happened when Max ejaculated in his friend, he felt it in his brain immediately, but he couldn't control himself. He knew only one thing now, above all else he needed to feed Chris and make him grow. He could feel the thoughts racing in his brain that worried about what was happening to Chris, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had to get Chris to food. Nothing else mattered.
Max put on his clothes and helped put Chris's clothes back on him, but they were no longer fitting. Chris looked like he had gained 40lbs since he last wore his ill-fitting shirt and it now was so tight and covered so little that it left nothing to the imagination. His sweat pants were skin tight but at least covered everything - except for the top five inches of his mammoth bum. Once dressed, he helped cram Chris into the passenger seats (he took up both) and got into the driver's seat. They began to drive off, leaving Zach stumbling out of his tent at the sound of the truck engine. He watched in shock as his friends drove off in the truck, leaving the tailgate open so the entire sleeping tent setup in the payload slid out and crumpled to the ground in the dust kicked up by the tires.
"Hey!! Wait! Come back!" Zach hollered.
The truck braked and the two waited for their nearly naked friend to get to the truck and gave him two options - get in, or get left at the camp until Chris is done eating. Zach looked at Chris and his newly acquired girth and swallowed his pride, hopping into the truck without argument and cramming into the fragment of space left on the seat.
"You look... big," Zach said, now becoming concerned over the size of Chris and wondering if that glob he fed him was doing something strange to his friend.
"You smell good," Chris said in response, licking his lips. His jaw made another click noise.
"Thanks, it's just some cheap--" Zach began.
"No. YOU smell good," Chris interrupted, leaning over Zach and inhaling deeply.
Zach couldn't think of anything to say to respond and sat uncomfortably as the truck drove down the bumpy dirt road, feeling the mass of loose, soft flesh wash onto his cramped body like it was going to slop over him completely.
When they got into town, they pulled into the buffet and Max helped Chris's bloated body out of the truck and up to the restaurant. Zach followed behind, amazed at the size of Chris now. Yesterday he had been a massive 650lbs, and now he looked like he was 100lbs bigger. The people inside also thought his bulk was amazing, to a degree where there were equal amounts of mocking laughter and repulsed gasps as Chris lumbered to a table and sat down onto two chairs. He was massive, and his exposed flab was causing many people to stare and whisper to each other, with the occasional slight shaking of their heads. Zach blushed, embarrassed for his friend. Max, however, had nothing but food on his mind.
As people watched curiously, Max began dumping food on plates and returning them to the table robotically. He never stopped. He would get a plate heaping with food, bring it to Chris and immediately go back to fill another plate. Their timing soon became perfect as Chris would finish every last morsel just in time for Max to plop down another heaping pile to devour. Zach didn't even get up to eat, he just sat frozen in disbelief as Chris sucked down the food like he was a bottomless pit. It was simply vanishing in front of him, dozens of pounds of food swallowed with barely any chewing. He couldn't look away.
Max paid the buffet four times over so they could stay, but finally the management kicked them out. Chris had consumed forty-nine plates of food, each weighing about five pounds. His belly was so swollen that Chris couldn't even reach around it in front of him, his arms pathetically short compared to the enormity of his flesh. He kept looking over-full, but then his belly would gurgle and deflate a bit, like he had burped and made room for more, but he didn't burp once. His upper belly would seem to empty and the rest of him would appear to get a little softer, the clothes kept getting tighter and new rolls of flesh were forming all over. He also never used the washroom once. Zach was becoming frightened at the sight of it, how his buddy seemed to have no limit to his hunger, and his body seemed to be mass processing all that food at an inhuman rate, holding onto every ounce that he consumed.
"If my math is right, and I've checked it over and over, Max," Zach began on the ride home. "He ate about 250lbs of food. I don't know about you, but it looks like he gained that much."
"What's your point?" Max said coldly, not looking at Zach in the passenger seat. His eyes kept darting to the rear view mirror, where he could keep an eye on Chris as he laid sprawled out in the truck's payload, his body now too large to fit in the cab of the truck.
"My point is that something is wrong. Chris must weigh over 900lbs now! Look at that fat fuck!" Zach exclaimed, craving a response that wasn't cold and detached.
"He's hungry," Max calmly replied.
"He's HUNGRY?!" Zach exclaimed, mockingly. "Well, shit! Let's just release him into the ocean and let him join the rest of the whales! Look at him, Max!"
"He looks good," Max said firmly.
"Something isn't right. I think I did something really wrong last night, I'm so sorry bro," Zach was close to crying. "This is scary, man. This isn't normal... not normal at all."
"Will you help me get him into the house?" Max asked.
Zach huffed and agreed, looking behind him at the blob in the back of the truck. There was drool leaking from his food-smeared mouth, making the huge double chin glistening under his lips. There was a loud rumbling and Zach saw Chris attempt to grasp his upper belly which had completely deflated in the last five minutes.
"I'm hungry!" Chris yelled against the rushing wind of the exposed payload of the moving truck.
Once they managed to get him up on his feet and slowly guided him across the lawn to the front doors, the two had to push and press on Chris's belly and ass so he could squeeze through the doors sideways. They got him onto the queen sized bed, and he covered the entire surface. He laid on his side, letting his belly hang off the side of the bed and his tits pile on top of each other in front of his face.
"Food," Chris moaned.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Zach barked. "Max, you got to call someone about what happened."
Max simply looked at him with a grin.
"He's fine, he's just hungry," Max replied, stripping off his shirt and pants.
"What are you doing?" Zach asked, surprised at how bold Max was being.
"I'm getting naked. So should you," Max said smoothly and began lifting up Zach's T-shirt. He began to protest, but Max's firm touch was alluring.
Max pushed Zach against the wall and pinned him there gently, unzipping Zach's jeans and reaching inside to feel for Zach's distinct curved cock. Despite himself, Zach was becoming aroused at Max's force and power. He had always admired Max's enormous penis, and feeling it hard and pushing against him was sending the blood rushing to his own dick. He kissed lightly on Max's lips and moaned as Max let his cock slip between Zach's legs, sending the hot shaft of his cock sliding under Zach's balls and asshole as he stood against the wall.
"You're so big," Zach said with an uneasy smile.
"Chris took it all... both ends, too," Max said proudly.
"No he didn't... did he? I heard you guys going at it, but how? How did he take all this?" Zach asked in disbelief, squeezing his legs together and pinning the cock shaft between them.
"You should try it. I could barely hold it in," Max whispered.
"But he's so damn fat," Zach tried to protest, but Max was already leading him to the massive expanse of blubber on the bed.
Zach watched as Chris's eyes lit up. There was another clicking sound that came from Chris's jaw, followed by several more. It was then that Zach noticed something about Chris's face structure. As the fat enveloped his face, and his double chin appeared much bigger than the night before, Zach noticed that Chris's mouth was wider than before, as though the lower portion of his face was distorting, stretching and expanding.
"Max, I don't know about this," Zach began to protest but it was too late.
Max pushed Zach's small, beefy body up to the edge of the bed and Chris's mouth opened and shut on Zach's curved cock. The suction was intense and pulled Zach in hard, making his small beer belly slap into Chris's face. He felt his balls getting pulled into Chris's mouth and then felt as Chris's hot wet tongue ran down the length of his cock and then slipped loosely over his testicles and under to his tight asshole. Zach squirmed in surprise as the tongue felt gigantic, like a cow's tongue. Zach watched as Chris's fat face, laying on its side and sucking hungrily, pulled his body in even more. He felt like Chris's lips were reaching from one side of his hips to the other, with a giant tongue slopping around at his erection, trying to milk it greedily.
Zach was moaning loudly when he felt the slab of tongue begin pushing on his hipbone to the left of his cock, forcing him to pivot around so his bare ass was at Chris's lips. As he turned, he felt his dick spring free and wobble around freely and fully erect. He then felt that giant slab of tongue muscle flop against one of the ass cheeks of his firm bubble butt and then felt the wet lips lock down on him. His untanned ass felt every movement as Chris's mouth covered his entire backside and his oversized tongue slopped around wildly at Zach's bubble butt, the tip of the tongue pushing in so hard that it felt like he was getting fucked. He had no idea how he was doing this, but it was a feeling unlike any other. He was enjoying himself until he felt his body slip a little.
The suction pulled his entire ass into his mouth, and he felt as Chris's jaw let itself open up in response. Several snapping sounds accompanied his jaw's growth. Zach cried out in panic, his ass stuck in mouth of a man who just consumed 250lbs of food with ease and now it seemed like he was ready for another helping.
"No! Stop this!" Zach cried out, but all Max did was watch with a smile.
Zach felt Chris suck harder and pull his ass-end to the back of his giant mouth, and attempted to stop his body from getting folded down tighter as the fatty blob kept pulling him in deeper. Zach felt his little beer belly getting squeezed as his chest was pushed down against his knees. There was a harder rush of suction that pulled him in deeper, the strong lips slopping at his back and on the backs of his legs, greasing him up so he would slide in easier. Chris's belly rumbled loudly, hungry for the next meal.
"I can't... Please... OH!" Zach managed to squeak out as his body folded tight, pushing his red face down to his knees.
A long haul on his body sent Zach deeper into Chris's mouth, with his ass parked right in the top of Chris's throat, which seemed to open up to accommodate the large lump of a meal. Another suck, with his meaty giant tongue pushing up under the backs of Zach's knees, up through his legs and into his face, licking and tasting him, feeling his natural grease on his taste buds. Chris moaned and it gurgled up around Zach's body which sat plugging the throat. His ass was half-way down the throat and about to enter what used to be Chris's stomach, but was now the home of something from beyond this world. It was hungry, and it needed to be fed.
As Zach felt his face getting slapped and prodded with the huge meaty tongue, he cried out in panic, realizing what was to come. Chris, the blob, was making wet, sucking, gurgling sounds as slobber oozed out all around the remaining portion of Zach that was still out in the open air. The top of Zach's head and a sliver of his face was showing, sputtering muffled cries in the clear saliva that was bubbling up around him began to flood over him. Zach's muscled shoulders and arms were awkwardly trying to grip onto Chris, but the slimy slobber made his grip greasy and useless as he fumbled at the now morbidly large lower lip of his transforming friend. His muscular legs stuck straight out of the blob's mouth, kicking clumsily and only speeding up his demise as the movement kept edging him deeper into the blob's opening throat.
"Max!" Zach blubbered out, his final word. As the slimy ooze bubbled over his eyes and face, Zach caught a view of Max who was standing naked with his massive cock out, stroking his shaft with both hands. His eyes were lustful and he was licking his lips with an excited grin. That was his last sight. Zach was trying to flail his body around but the pressure was too much and his entire body kept slipping more and more into the groaning mass of blubber that was greedily swallowing him whole. He was about to give up hope when he felt someone reach in, or so he thought.
That hope was ripped away from him just as fast when he realized it wasn't a hand trying to pull him out - it wasn't a hand at all. He tried to resist as Max's monster cock began pushing into him, sliding into Zach's pinned arms and legs and ramming into his face through the saliva goo. Zach tried to yell out but instead felt a hot rush spurt out repeatedly from Max's cock. He couldn't believe what was happening to him as he slipped in faster and faster, until he could feel those massive slobbering lips slide over his feet and fingertips. Like entering the top of a waterslide, Zach felt his body go ass-first down the tight throat and entered a sack that just big enough to contain him. He felt the warmth of Chris's innards surrounding him completely, his sense of hearing muted to a dull hum of the body working around him.
Against his will and with his body starving for air, he took a huge gasp in and felt a fluid rush into him. It tickled him, sending a pleasuring wave into his lungs that also hurt briefly. He felt the pain fade, and the tingling numbed. He moved his fingers and found his muscles unresponsive, he couldn't feel the firmness of his body anymore but it wasn't because of anything numbing his pain - he could no longer feel pain because his body was dissolving into a blubbery slop that was pure fat. Zach's brain had a sense of relaxation as it transformed into the lardy goop, erasing him completely. Chris felt a pressure in his belly tighten before feeling a rush flush through his body, and felt as his skin stretched all over the new deposits of blubber.
Max found himself thrilled to see Chris with another 200lbs added to his blob body. Zach's addition made Chris's belly hang to the floor, pooling heavily, well out of reach of his own chubby hands. Max rubbed his black cock all over the pale, buttery skin of the generous amounts of underbelly lard. He pushed into Chris's bellybutton which had warped along with the rest of him, and he found himself easily fucking the deep hole in the blubbery belly tissue. He had to cum to pull out of the hole, with the suction locking him in like a Chinese finger trap. The lubrication of his semen had Max sliding out of the belly button and stepping back to admire his immobilized partner.
"Are you hungry?" Max asked the horribly deformed face of Chris.
Chris's overstretched mouth flopped open and sputtered out a moan that sounded a bit like "Yes", so Max kissed him on his sweating, fat-folded forehead before heading out to find more food.
He returned with the next fattest friend that they had, Billy. Billy was the younger brother of one of their mutual friends and his obese flabby body was well over 400lbs. As they walked into the house under false pretences, Max simply grabbed Billy and tied his hands together before he could even react. The young man was very out-of-shape and swollen with soft flab, Chris had even given him some of his old clothes to wear since the sizes were hard to find. Lately, he had been gaining a lot of weight due to his job, and as he was lead into the bedroom, he was sweating and breathing heavy just from the slightest struggle.
"Don't worry, it feels really good," Max whispered before giving Billy a hard shove, sending him tripping towards the giant blob growing over the bed. Billy hadn't even clued in to what he was looking at until he was just inches away from the huge opening mouth. He barely made a sound as he tripped head first into the waiting mouth, his chubby face slapping into the juicy tongue and the lips sealed over Billy's shoulders and began sucking. Billy was over twice Zach's size, and it making for a very tight squeeze in comparison.
With muffled screams, Billy began to squirm, but his tied hands made every struggle useless, and he soon felt his big fat tits getting pulled into the massive mouth, the tongue gliding over his soft pink nipples, flicking at them as the suction tugged them towards the throat. He felt his elbows get pulled in and then as his forearms slide in, both arms were pulled in entirely, his tied hands feeling the slimy, soft surface lubricating his demise. When the blob reached Billy's oversized belly, it began to suck harder and longer, squeezing the soft flesh into his mouth slowly but surely.
As the lips crested over the widest point of Billy's large belly, the rate of swallowing increased quickly. The tip of the oversized tongue wormed into Billy's belly button before slapping on the hanging belly fat so it would be covered in a layer of slippery slime to help his body go down easily. Max couldn't help himself and yanked down Billy's size 70 jeans to reveal his wide pear-shaped ass. It jiggled and bounced, and as the lips slid down to the top of Billy's asscrack, Max tried to force his erection into the virgin asshole. Billy had been holding his breath inside of Chris's throat until that point, but when Max's cock plunged into his soft fat ass and hit his tight hole without any give, it made him scream out in pain. The ramming of Max's cock into his ass also was speeding up the swallowing movements.
Max sighed in pleasure as he felt Billy's obese ass get pulled away from him. He stood with his cock at the blob's lips, watching as Billy's chubby feet were pulled in with two wet plopping sounds. Max just watched in amusement as the large ball slowly slid down into the depths of the giant blob and as the swollen bulge suddenly deflated in Chris's belly, the rest of his body suddenly swelled up with delicate, soft blubber, causing every roll to hang lower and every fold to grow deeper. Max shot a load of creamy white cum on Chris's lips, which opened to say as best as they could, "Hungry."
Later that night, Max high jacked a tanker truck from the local dairy and after feeding the driver to the blob, he parked the tanker full of whole milk by the bedroom window and brought the drainage pipe in through the window. Chris's slobbering mouth latched on to the nozzle and Max cranked open the valve, releasing thousands of gallons directly into Chris's mouth. Max hurried back inside the house and climbed onto Chris's blob body as the fatty milk drained into him without spilling a drop. Max laid face down on Chris's belly, feeling the continuous swelling of the blob's belly and the equally continuous swelling of Chris's body with buttery soft lard.
Chris grew for hours as the tank emptied, and Max laid on top, his head cradled in the giant expanse between the monstrous piles of chest flesh that poured in opposite directions, onto the floor where his three foot-wide nipples rested. The enormous sea of belly fat filled the room to the walls and Max laid with his arms and legs spread out as far as he could reach, floating in blubber.
"You look so good, Chris. I think tomorrow I'll throw a party and introduce all our friends to you one by one," Max daydreamed with a smile. "Will you be hungry tomorrow?"
Max chuckled to himself, blissfully unaware that Chris was long gone. The blob that he was sensually rolling around on had absorbed him already, only retaining enough intelligence to continue its growth. It would soon enter the second phase of its life cycle, unleashing a horror upon the world that would overtake mankind quickly and grotesquely. As it grew, obtaining more and more stored energy, Max foolishly called up all the friends he had to come enjoy a party at his house. Bring your own meat, and bring as many other people as you want. Over one hundred people were unknowingly lining up to become a final meal that would put the blob over the top and cause it to enter its second stage of life.
Max crawled up to the blob's face and looked down at what remained of Chris's cute face, swollen so fat that his eyes were permanently swollen shut, his nose buried in two masses of cheek fat, and a mouth like a gigantic bullfrog, with 100lbs of pure lard hanging off the bottom in a massive double chin. Max knew Chris was loving his new life as a blob, and began kissing the flab that buried his facial features and whispering in the crumpled little ears that were being pinned shut by facial fat.
"I want you fatter, Chris. Never stop growing, ever. I want to go inside you, too... you have no idea how badly I want to become part of you, Chris," Max confessed, squirming and humping his erection over the blob's soft body. "You're not big enough yet, though. I want to be the last one you eat, Chris. The last one. Just let me know, okay?"
The blob groaned in response, and Max heard it as a "yes". It wasn't, though. The blob simply was trying to let Max know that the milk had run out. It waited, feeling the human on top of it pressing and rubbing on the surface until a thick load of cum shot out. it would've eaten Max already if it weren't for the eager injection of his reproductive material and DNA at the beginning of the ordeal, linking Max to the blob and creating a protector to help it flourish. It would consume Max, but not before the entire party of visitors the next night, and the livestock the following day. When the police and news crews began arriving several days after everyone went missing, Max slid himself in feet-first, jerking off aggressively as his lean body quickly was pulled in. He shot a load of cum into his own face just before the sloppy lips slid up over the tip of his cock. His abs slid in, his ass felt the prying push of the tongue, pressing into his asshole and working its way in briefly, making max laugh and moan as the cops busted in.
The officers all stopped in shock and watched as a creamy white blob filling the room swallowing up the smiling face of a handsome young man. Max opened his mouth and licked at the throat as he slid down into the belly of the beast. He managed to grasp his fingers onto his erection and pumped a few times before his hands and cock simply slipped through each other and turned into the same fatty slush. He felt as his ass and legs turned to jelly and felt his torso flop down into itself. As his brain was pumped off all over the body as greasy slime, the first stage of the blob's life signalled to end, and the end phase of life to begin.
As the blob suddenly began expanding wildly, pushing out into the growing crowd of spectators, it consumed everything it touched, directly through its surface. The officers were pushed against the wall by the mass of heavy blob flesh and simply vanished into the silky blubber. The spectators were so shocked that the blob overtook them all within a minute. People would touch the flow of growing blob by accident and not be able to pull away, leaving the blob to flush into their bodies from the contact point. The unsuspecting people would swell up with the blob surface and their features and limbs would soften, and then they'd find themselves under the skin and dissolving away into more and more blubber.
It was the beginning of the end, and as the blob expanded, the only intelligence it held was a small fragment of Max's mind that continued on with its link to the blob, and all it kept repeating was a command that the blob obeyed without limitation: "Never stop growing, ever."
The end.
Comments
I have some ideas for some stories that include some vore. I'm not sure when I'll be writing them, but it's on the list.
Barta Dávid
Will you do more vore stories? This one is my favorite!
