Just Another Go (Patreon Commission for Rioku)

TAGS: Hyper, Weight Gain/Blob, Unconventional Weight Gain

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Better to get started as soon as possible rather than waste any more time looking at that damned thing and wondering whether he should be taking that step or not. He’d spent enough money that he shouldn’t be hesitating anyway, so every second spent not having his insides rearranged by a phallus bigger than his forearm was a second spent not fulfilling his destiny… at least, whatever counted as a destiny for the duration of a single night.

Morpheus gulped as he took that enormous dildo into his hands again, punching the correct combination of letters and numbers into the keypad at the very bottom in order to unlock the… special functions. He didn’t want to think too much about that either; he found that, the longer he spent trying to understand the logic behind it, as well as the repercussions for what he was about to do, the more he had to cajole himself into letting go and just savouring the moment. Really, the best thing he could do was just not think and instead simply act, leaving behind all doubt and sense of self-restraint.

Thus, he placed the synthetic shaft on the ground, then fastened the braces onto the floor as per the instructions on the manual. What he was about to do was going to take a great deal of effort on his part, and he didn’t need that thing slipping and sliding around while he was midway through a climax, or at least climbing towards one; why exactly the dildo came with so many straps, however, was a different question altogether, though not one the panda wanted to ask: once again, don’t think, just do, and worry about the consequences never.

Preparations took the better part of ten minutes, most of them spent trying to get his own hands to stop shaking so much, in between bouts of nervous giggling and shivering shockwaves coursing through his whole body. He was close, he knew it, and he didn’t know how to react to that; part of him was aware that it was just another experience, but seeing as he was very much painfully aware of what was about to come next, Morpheus was having a hard time just filing it away as a mundane thing that happened, rather than a veritable dream come true. Still, he somehow managed to figure out the straps, found his way through to the on switch, and when that thing began gently vibrating, all that was left was him lifting himself onto it and then letting gravity do the rest of the work.

Simple enough, though he couldn’t force himself to do it for the life of him. He wanted to, that much was a certainty, but he couldn’t; it was just too much, too great of a demand, for him to just… do it. He stood there, legs wide open, his tailhole just inches away from the tip of the rubber cock, his whole form shaking, quivering even, at the mere notion of what was to come. It was so easy: just lower himself until he felt himself being parted open, and surely muscle memory would kick in and take over from that point forward. He wouldn’t need to take anything other than the first step, with everything else just falling into place afterwards. Just… let his knees do what they were meant to do, and enjoy the show.

He gulped again. Hands on his asscheeks, Morpheus sunk his fingers into his pudge and very slowly pushed those two orbs apart, cheeks a bright red; those things were about to get a hell of a lot bigger once he took the (almost literal) plunge… so, why wait? Honestly, he’d gone that far, was he going to chicken out at the very last moment and not sit on that thing? How silly of him to think such a thing; of course he was going to slam his ass down on it and ride the damned shaft until his insides were on fire and yet further still! Was there ever any question to be had there?

Morpheus smiled, that time around a genuine gesture rather than one born of nervousness. Slowly, and carefully, he lowered himself onto the dildo, hoping to be able to control his descent; he even flinched once he felt the very tip of it begin to intrude on his insides, almost pulling out, but managing to keep himself from fully running off at the last minute. It was a process, and one that he was frankly quite used to; it was more so a case that this particular toy was far different from every other he’d used before, making it difficult to treat it just like any other.

For, rather than it just being a synthetic dick, it had a hidden property, locked away by the control panel he had inserted a special passcode into. Connected to the base was a small plastic container filled with a thick, viscous fluid that was not the usual stuff; it was a proprietary booster chemical produced by the same company that sold the full package, and one that was meant to, for lack of a better word, enhance the user’s natural curves in a very specific manner that Morpheus had been lusting after for what felt like years at that point.

Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t feel it until he reached the base of the shaft; the toy was programmed to only release the compound once it felt a certain amount of pressure, both on the toy itself and the sensors at the bottom of it. Now, this could’ve technically been achieved by a very enthusiastic blowjob, but the panda figured it’d be better for him if he just sat down on it and let fate take the wheel. Easier said than done, given how massive that thing was; by the time he was halfway done taking it, Morpheus was already silently begging for mercy as his ass began to beg for some rest, as even lube wasn’t enough to prepare him for such an… insertion.

Nevertheless, he carried on. He had to, otherwise he’d never be done with it; if he listened to what his brain was telling him, Morpheus knew full well he’d squirm out of that thing and then just waddle over to the couch, too scared to continue. No, he had to press the issue and proceed, further and deeper, until he felt a tightness and pressure inside him that, under any other circumstances, would’ve made him panic. There though? There it just signalled how close he was to the synthetic knot, just an inch or two away, already bumping into his tailhole, ready to slide right on in and provide a proper plug to keep all the chemicals in and prevent even the slightest amount of leakage.

It took some time, even with the rest of the dick inside of him, for Morpheus to force the knot itself into him; it was one thing to take the cock, another to commit to it and know he wasn’t going to get off of it for a while. Still, he’d gotten that far, so he might as well make it all the way, and with one final push, he slid the thick base of the phallus further in, spreading his tailhole wider still until, with one last bump, he was on the ground, feeling his cheeks on the floor.

Then, and only then, did a quiet whirring begin to fill his ears, and a warm liquid his insides.

Not cum though. He’d gone far past the point where he bought those kinds of toys, in favour of something far more exotic, far more transformative even; the effects became known almost immediately after the first release, with them turning out more pronounced the longer the small engine was allowed to pump the concoction into the panda’s body.

Morpheus didn’t know how it was supposed to work and was absolutely not interested in finding out; just as long as he was made fatter, then he had everything he could possibly need. The panda brought both hands to his belly, already feeling the rumbling growing within, already sensing the filling as the pressure rose and his stomach felt less like it was stuffed and more like it had been filled with hardened cement. It was only going to get worse as well; Morpheus had to stifle a moan by biting his lower lip when he remembered the whole process was designed to last for nearly ten full minutes before starting to slow down, and it was going to be one long wild ride until then.

He closed his eyes, shutting himself off from the outside world in preparation for the filling to come, allowing his senses to be focused inwardly. He could feel the warmth spreading upwards from where he was speared on the rubber phallus, filling up, occupying every inch of available room, almost like the liquid was expanding in volume to occupy any empty space it could find. Morpheus, meanwhile, had to deal with his body fattening in a way that made it look like someone had attached multiple hoses onto him, turned on the tap, then ripped it off and left him there at the mercy of fate; rather than a series of jumps, he could see himself slowly expanding in every direction, filling like a thick, meaty balloon.

The weight as well began to hit him, even if he had to focus on it before he could properly take it in. Sitting on the ground with ample leverage, it wasn’t as if he was ready to tip over from his overslung belly or his colossal asscheeks, so all he had left was the faint sensation of gravity pulling all of him down, and how much it was increasing the longer the filling continued. Overall, it was more akin to a sense of presence: the fatter he was made out to be, the bigger the became, the more room he took, and the more of himself there was; soon enough he would feel as if he were a vast, wobbly waterbed, begging silently for anyone to please come and lie on him, purely so he could see how large he truly was.

Immobility came soon enough, yet still too late; it taunted him, promised a great many things that it could never deliver, leaving the panda hanging on by a thread. He could still move, in the start; he could very well have lifted himself off that synthetic cock and stopped the whole thing before it had a chance of getting any worse, with enough effort; but as the seconds ticked away, and he packed on pound after pound of pudge, the amount of energy needed rose ever higher, until it climbed to levels that Morpheus simply didn’t have within him. After a minute or so, he wasn’t able to get up anymore, even if he did want it-

-which he most certainly did not. By that point, his lower body had oozed outwards in such a way that it had become alike a throne, a massive pile of fat rolls stacked onto one another, such that it was almost impossible to tell where his waist ended, his ass began, or where it all turned into hip or thigh. It was one huge platform of fat, growing ever rounder and more massive with each moment, pushing the upper half of Morpheus closer and closer to the ceiling; this was one thing he genuinely hadn’t predicted, that he might actually feel cramped after being made to fatten up! He’d picked the living room for a reason; to think that even that might turn out to be insufficient… well, he couldn’t turn back now, could he?

Even if he had half a mind to do so, how was he supposed to lift what felt like a literal ton of himself? And with his ass being so immense that his asscheeks were probably big enough to crush a whole couch, he wouldn’t be able to get that dildo out of himself either; not only would it more than likely be brought along with him, but his stubby little arms were utterly incapable of reaching over and pulling it out. It was far likelier that he’d end up toppling forwards and slamming against the ground, never to get back up again, so why not skip that unpleasantness and just remain seated?

Just remain seated and bloat, filling up a larger area of the floor with every passing moment, until the very notion of motion because something of the past. Why bother moving at all? And not just taking a step or leaning in any direction, but just moving, period: anything from slight readjustments of his seating arrangement to merely turning to look at something should all be thrown in the bin, replaced with complete and total immobility. As his frame engorged, so too did it become easier to achieve this state; past a certain point, all that was required of him was for the panda to keep breathing, and the rest would just sort itself out.

Thus, after just two or so minutes after the fattening began, Morpheus had already given up even thinking about what came next. Whatever did, it was certain to be good; he was already adrift in an ocean of his own blubber, so what more could he ask for? What more could he possibly want aside from the continuation of what was already there at his fingertips… and quite literally, given how the fat was being deposited around his arms and torso. His hands weren’t so much immobilised as they were enveloped, first around the wrist, then slowly but completely, with panda pudge wrapping around them until they were stuck in a small alcove which itself, too, would close up in short order. The same happened with his paws down below, vanishing from sight as they were swallowed by his expanding frame.

Wouldn’t take long before he felt himself creeping up against the walls, but by then, there was little left of his ability to perceive the outside world. Morpheus had progressed to a stage where all he knew was himself, his own inner sensations, the sensory feedback that came from having a body big enough to need his whole brain on pleasure processing just to deal with the backlog. Sure, maybe he was going to end up filling the entire living room, maybe he’d even break down the walls themselves and need repairs afterwards. Maybe he’d keep growing until the whole building was on the verge of collapse before the ten minutes were up and the growth stopped; he hadn’t considered that possibility before, but it was certainly there now.

Or would be, if Morpheus was still there to think it, as opposed to being buried underneath enough pudge and blubber that he could barely breathe in without being intoxicated. Maybe eventually he’d find a way out of it; after all, the effects were supposed to be temporary.

Weren’t they?