Patreon Prompt 157

Prompt: When strange, eldritch forces begin to warp the world around him, a young man sets out to stop them, only to be fattened into useless plaything by the cult who worships those elder beings.

   The occult club was only supposed to be a way for Jonah to pass the time between college classes. However, things started to take a darker turn once he discovered a group of cultists that were hell bent on summoning an eldritch abomination to do their evil bidding. While the rest of his club was willing to wait for the authorities to take care of it, he wasn’t about to let evil go unpunished.

   Creeping up on the cult’s summoning circle, he shivered at the sound of the hooded figures chanting in unison. Johan’s understanding of the strange runes along the ground were rough at best, but he did know that even the slightest defect would be enough to stop the ritual. Throwing caution to the wind, he sprinted forward in an attempt to disrupt the ceremony, only for a small rock to trip him up and send him rolling into the center of the sigil.

   The cult members stopped their chanting to watch Jonah’s body float into the air. As eldritch energy filled his body, the countless hours he had spent exercising were washed away in mere seconds as he began to fatten up. Bountiful blubber layered around his belly to burst open his shirt. The last of his top was torn apart by his developing man boobs as they sagged against his 1000 pound gut. Gaining five extra chins and chunky limbs that could barely move, Jonah was released from the strange force’s grasp. Landing upon his elephantine rear cushioned him from the impact, but his sheer mass kept him unable to move as the cult members approached him.

   “Was that supposed to happen?” one figure asked.

   “Dunno. The All Seeing One tends to do weird stuff like this sometimes.”

   “What do we do with the intruder?”

   “Well it’ll be a while before we can attempt the ritual again to try and bring him back to normal.” Stepping forward, the figure pulled back his hood to show off a friendly smile and an eye painted across his forehead. “In the meantime, can I get you some snacks? Jerry made a bunch of extra snickerdoodles for the meeting, and we’d be more than happy to share.”