Delayed March 2025 Drabbles

(I’m sorry for taking so long, I got screwed mentally for the past month. Enjoy the big drabbles)

The Weight of Gold (XWG / Blob / Huge Ass / Hyper Gas / Bayonetta-related / Demon)

It was supposed to stop the fallen angel. 

The glittering topaz demon knew it could never outrun, nor outmatch Rodin's power. Struggling in the fallen angel’s strong grip, the gem-like entity let loose a curse from the inferno ring of gluttony. The perfect solution to escape and survive another millennium. 

It had worked, Rodin letting go of the topaz demon in shock as the curse began to spread over him. His tight robes that clung to his muscled form stretching as he swelled. Soft fat pushing out as his dark flesh peaked through the gaps in fabric. Taking in the sight of the growing former angel, the demon couldn't help the feeling of glee as Rodin swelled more and more. Whilst his body grew out with fat all over, it was Rodin’s lower half that took the brunt. His thighs broadening out wider and wider whilst Rodin’s ass grew immense, each check larger than Robin’s drooping gut. 

‘If take him down… be powerful…’ The demon thought, the idea of taking down such a fear entity and gaining greater power appealed to it as it approached the growing disgraced angel. The power so tantalising, taking in the wobbling waves of fat that made up Rodin as his clothing gave out from trying to contain him. Exposing the undulating waves of dark, tattooed flesh, offering the glittering demon more access to strike. 

“What you think you’re doing?” Rodin’s already deep voice rumbled out in a lower octave. The layer’s of fat adding to the deep gravitas and forcing the topaz demon to look back up to the bloated angel’s face. The sunglasses clad Rodin looking back at it, his face bloated more with his round cheeks holding the almost tiny shades in place. The topaz demon froze as it watched Rodin bring his swollen fat arms up, lighting a cigar with his trademark purple flames. “You really thought a curse to leave mortals trapped would affect me?”

… the topaz demon turned to flee. The flash of greed at taking down the angel had vanished as its desire to survive regain controlled. However, the glittering prize barely made it out of the landing it had found itself on before a shadow fell over it. It had just glanced upwards, only to meet its destruction. The impact so great it didn't truly realise just what crushed it's near unbreakable form.

Even with the multiple tons of fat weighing him down, Rodin was more than mobile. As evident when he jumped high into the air, smirk on his fat face before crashing down on his prey. All of Inferno feeling the quake of the colossal fallen angel's crash. Rodin ground his immense ass cheeks into the cracking ground, his bloated hands reaching over to grope the swollen ass cheeks he sported. 

As he considered how he'll fit in his bar, and if maybe he can make some extra cash with the wrecking balls he now sported. Rodin huffed out a moan as a deep foghorn of a fart rumbled out of him, the explosion of gas ripping through Inferno, throwing aside any lesser demon or warlock that tried to brave the explosion. 

"Beautiful." Rodin smirked, removing his cigar from his mouth as he let out a puff of smoke.

Mantra of Size (Extreme Muscle Growth, Macro, Brute, Hair Growth, Strength)

John had been a regular at the local gym for a month and a half, but his body hadn't shown any significant changes yet. Despite his consistent effort, the numbers on the scale remained stubborn, and his reflection in the mirror looked the same as the day he had started. Even with his hard work, John knew he had hit a plateau. And no matter how hard he tried to lose the bit of pudge and gain muscle, nothing worked. He felt invisible, surrounded by the grunts and flexes of more muscular men who had clearly been lifting for years. The whispers and sneers of the other gym-goers didn't help his self-esteem. Even the more kinder gym goers who offered to help just joked at his attempts.

One evening, after another unsatisfying session, he stumbled upon an obscure website that claimed to hold the secret to rapid muscle growth. Desperate for a change, he read through the instructions for a mantra that was supposed to enhance his workouts. It was a simple phrase, "Grow in strength, in size, in might," and all he had to do was repeat it to himself while he exercised.

So eager for a chance to improve his size and strength, John hadn't seen the warning at the end of the website. How the chant was to only be used once.

John walked into the gym the next morning, feeling more determined than ever before. He had decided to start with a simple free squat routine, something he had been struggling with. Getting into position, John took a deep breath, closing his eyes he whispered the mantra to himself, "Grow in strength, in size, in might," and began his first squat.

As he lowered his body down, he repeated the mantra with each controlled breath, focusing on the muscles in his legs as they strained to balance and support his weight. With every word, he felt a strange warmth spread through his limbs, and his muscles started to swell. The rather average calves and thighs of his legs began to thicken out, swelling with each rise and fall John took. His breathing steady as the man went through his exercise, repeating the words over and over. Each squat seeing more mass, a slight brushing of hair beginning to spread out. Even as just his legs working out, the growth spread out along the rest of his body, though not as pronounced as with his legs. His shoulders and waist broadening out, stretching the tank top he wore. His arms pumping bigger as he kept them forward to keep balance. Bicep gradually swelling more and more.

After the set of ten squats were done. John opened his eyes as he stood up, taking a surprised step back once he caught sight of himself in the gym mirror. The change was radical as he took in his thickened thighs and calves, shifting in the reflection to look himself over. Even his ass had swollen out, stretching the back of his shorts. Seeing the results, even with the unexpected hair growth, John knew he had to keep going.

He went through the gym, getting his hands on weights as the man went through the workouts, each lift and pull accompanied with his mantra. A surge of growth taking over with the man pumping bigger and bigger. His clothes being the first causalities to his size. His shoes tearing open, unable to contain the massive feet that burst through, his toes stretching out his socks. A squat seeing to his shorts splitting apart, his ass and swollen thighs seeing to the fabric's destruction as his immense pecs and widening neck decimated his tank top.

And yet, John wanted more. Even as the weights provided him no resistance. Even as his head and immense shoulders brushed the ceiling. Even with the dense beard and body hair lesser men would get lost in.

He wanted more strength.

More mass.

More might.

The city truly knowing his wants when the titanic naked brute erupted from the gym, deep moans echoing out as he repeated the mantra over and over. No longer needing to lift or work out as his body responded. Swelling more and more.

Super Soldier Serum Success…ish (Weight Gain / Macro / Belching / Muscle Growth / Belching / Power-lifter)

"Hold on, Doctor!" The pilot called out over the whirring of the helicopter blades, the helicopter lurching before rising up..

Doctor Sanders gripped the edge of his seat, his knuckles white, as the aircraft ascended from the military base. He had seen many extraordinary things in his career as a biochemical engineer, but nothing quite like this. This experiment was meant to be his crowning achievement, a way to immortalise his name for the ages. And yet, as the helicopter rose up, Doctor Sanders could only think of how this would leave his name in infamy. Looking out, Sanders took in the sight of the base below him, specifically the cause for his retreat. Brent, the once-ordinary recruit who had been a part of the super soldier program, grew at an alarming rate. The lithe frame he had was gone, replaced with what could only be described as an off season power-lifter build as the larger soldier rose above the base structures. His body ballooned out, swelling with each heavy breath that shook the air and cause the helicopter to shudder in flight. The young man's frame swelling out, the scraps of the uniform he wore clung to the hairy mass, mere specs across the expansive frame of muscle and fat that filled him.

The other volunteers had shown remarkable improvements, gaining prowess that you'd find in Olympic athletes, just as the serum had intended. But Brent's reaction was a deviation from the norm—a glitch in the otherwise successful experiment. His stomach distended out in an almost boulder like shape as Brent's limbs were swollen with dense muscle, threatening to limit his movement as the bulky giant struggled to reach around himself. Even with the helicopter motor filling Sander's ears, the doctor could still hear the sound of the colossal soldier eating, his massive hands tearing out structures before stuffing into his mouth. The metal and stone that would take heavy machinery to bend being torn and ground down under the titan's teeth. With the helicopter hovering over the scene, picking out the scrambling army men trying to avoid being caught be the new hungry colossus, Sanders felt a mix of horror and fascination with what he had help to create . His mind raced, trying to piece together what had gone wrong, or right. Before the man could think to search for his notes, the helicopter suddenly lurched as a deep boom rumbled out.

Sanders realised it was a belch from Brent, the simple action for the giant more a kin to an explosion for the smaller men. Catching his panicked breath as the copter stabilised, Sanders risked a glance back at the steadily shrinking base, colour draining from his face as Brent just grew bigger. Even seated on his huge ass, the immense soldier belly loomed over the tiny base.

A literal mountain of man rubbing his engorged gut with one hand as the other tossed a truck into his mouth.

Revenge for the Cruel Daddy (Weight Gain / Growth / Slob / Size Difference / Hairy / Straight-to-Gay)

"Fix Thi-URRRRRPPP!"

The words echoed through the small, cluttered room, a blend of anger and astonishment. It was the kind of belch that didn't just rumble out of your stomach, it was the sound of a volcano announcing its presence before the earth-shaking eruption. And as it reverberated, so did the floorboards, groaning under the immense weight that had been piled onto them. The curtains billowed out like sails in a storm, and the scent of greasy meatloaf filled the air. The figure before the young man was a towering mountain of flesh, his clothes torn to shreds, revealing a thick, furry chest and stomach that looked more like a giant bean bag chair than a human torso. The face, though distorted by the sheer volume of fat, was still recognisable. It was Mark's dad, but not the dad he knew. This was a dad transformed.

"Oh, I don't think I can," Jeremy couldn't help but say, looking over his work as the immense man waddled in. Clearly still adjusting the immense fat that took over him in just a few days. "Besides, though this is a curse, I'm sure you're enjoying this." The amateur occultist commented, smirking when he caught the blush across the immense older man's bloated face. A blush he knew had nothing to do with Derek waddling about.

Derek had always been a bully, throwing his weight around, both literally and figuratively. Now, as he looked down at his son's friend, who was now half his size, it was clear that the tables had turned. His body had ballooned to grotesque proportions, each burp and fart seeing him swell more and more with fat. The vile hate that had been filling his mind was being drowned out with the thoughts the curse seemed to fill into him.

"L-Look, I'm urrp, I'm sorry," Derek said, wincing as he felt the latest growth see his long suffering boxer tear apart. His massive ass exposed and seeing to imagining being ridden by smaller men. Shaking his head, the huge father considered getting to his knees to try and beg. Only stopping both because he didn't think he'd stand back up, and because he wasn't sure he could control himself if his mouth was on level with Jeremy's crotch.

Jeremy, for his part, took in the scene with a smug grin. The once burly, homophobic man was now a babbling mess of flesh and lust, his mind fogged with desperate cravings for the very things he used to despise. "It's okay," he said soothingly. "You're just becoming more... attuned to your inner desires."

"N-No. I'm not like that. I'm I'm,.." shaking his head, Derek groaned before a deep fart rumbled out of him. Shaking his ass, the older man groaned as he swelled more and more. Panting as the intense body heat caused him to sweat, the growing man didn't notice as Jeremy came closer, not until the smaller man grabbed Derek's chest, giving his fat sensitive moobs a squeeze.

"Oh, I think a big hog like you are just like this. And clearly wanting more, don't you?" Jeremy asked, whispering sultry as the former homophobe could only give in.

The Post-Growth Life (Slice of Life / Extreme Weight Gain / Daddification / Size Difference / Hairy / Sweat )

"Chad, can you tell us a little bit about your experience before the...incident?" The interviewer's voice was a blend of curiosity and caution, his eyes darting around the expansive converted warehouse, making sure all the equipment was in place. Kyle was a slim blonde man with glasses, his lithe physique and form fitted suit making him look utterly out of place in the shadow of the behemoth before him. One of the victims of the Uber-Mass energy drink scandal.

Chad shifted his weight, the reinforced bench his titanic ass rested on groaning under the pressure of his near tonne frame. The concrete floor beneath them cracking in protest as Chad shifted onto his bare feet, the sweat from his brow threatening to dampen the microphone. His bare belly rolling out across the floor and brushing against Kyle's legs. The slim interviewer trying to ignore the warm feeling of sweat soaking his pants as Chad spoke. "Well, before all this, I was just your average college freshman. Did my studies, hung around, explored who I was, you know the whole deal." His voice coming out as a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very air around them. Had Kyle not seen the before and after photos, he would have placed the immense hairy man before him as a 40 year old giant, rather than the younger 19 year old that Chad was.

"I had been craming for an exam, and a friend suggested I try some energy drinks. My luck I got the Uber-Mass one, huh," Chad said, shrugging his huge shoulders as he recalled what happened. "I took one sip in my dorm room, the next thing I knew, I had outgrown my room and crashed into the RA's room!"

Watching Chad talk, Kyle took in the trails of sweat coming off the immense fat man. The constant air conditioning the warehouse had struggled to combat the natural warmth that Chad exuded. The smell of sweat, musk and grease filled the air, a heady cocktail that was surprisingly not unpleasant to the older journalist. Kyle took a deep breath, steeling himself for the next question. "And what about now, Chad? How has your life changed?" He watched as Chad's furry hands, the size of swollen baseball mitts, wiped at the sweat that was pooling in the folds of his neck. His hairy fat rolls bunching and squeezing together.

"It's...different." Chad said, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and a touch of humour. "I had to drop out of college, obviously. Couldn't exactly fit into the classroom anymore." He chuckled, his belly jiggling with the force of his laughter, causing a small tremor to echo through the warehouse. "Before the case, I had to move back to my dad's place. Had to live in the garage as too big to fit in the actual house. Not to mention the food it takes to keep this gut fed," Chat explained, patting his enormous belly as the massive mound let out a low gurgle. "But since the class action, the company had to pay out big time. They set me up here, in this warehouse. I even got a budget that'll cover my food bills, but let's just say, I go through a lot of it."

"i can imagine. How do you feel that the company is only covering your accommodations and food? Leaving you unable to get funding for luxuries such as... well," Kyle began to ask, pausing as he tried to delicately bring up the lack of clothing Chad had. A shared state the other victims shared since they all grew too immense for clothing.

"Well, not great. But can manage. Actually, I started a only-fans and have been raking it it," Chad said, leaning forward more towards Kyle. His heavy fat almost pinning the smaller journalist in place as his warm breath spilled over Kyle's face. "Plenty of guys out there pay a ton to watch a hog like me eat and grow."