November 2023 Drabbles

The Hog House (XWG/Reality Change/implied FtM)

It was really a simple wish. Charlie had wanted to transform the apartment complex he owned into a frat house for the local university. The landlord would admit it wasn't for any glory, to assist the university, or even for the partying that is synonymous with frats.

Rather, he wanted to see hedonistic men.

So when he learnt there would be too much legal workaround and paperwork to try and kick out the tenants he has, most having rent control. There was also the cost of converting the apartment, getting permission from the university, and then, only then, having the chance to get the big hefty men he had fantasised for years. So, faced with all that, Charlie did what any sensible man in his position would do.

He made a deal with a witch to turn his tenants into the frat brothers of his dreams.

So it was when Charlie returned to the apartment complex, he was in for quite the sight. The building itself looked identical, though there was a banner above the front door, spelling out Greek letters. The front lawn was strewn with empty kegs and beer cans, though Charlie’s eyes were drawn to the passed-out, obese man. Clad in just tight boxers as his fat spread out, the man’s belly towering up so that Charlie could touch it without having to crouch. Stepping closer to the complex, a low thumping sound of deep base music shook the ground slightly, along with a sound that reminded Charlie of a belch magnified with a bullhorn. Stepping onto the ground floor, Charlie was surprised to see not only the entranceway opened up, but the once bare room now filled with heavy men chatting and casually chugging from kegs.

“Hey, Boss. You’re just in time to be a judge,” An immense bear of a man greeted Charlie. The large man, clad in but a jockstrap, towered up as the smaller landlord had to crane back, looking up the blubbery hairy chest to the bear’s bearded face. Taking in the dyed hair on the mega-sized man’s head, Charlie recognised him as the yoga trainer for the women’s gym.

“Judge what?” Charlie asked, finding a heavy hand on his shoulder as the musky behemoth of a man guided him further in. The lazing men cheered when they noticed Charlie had come. All the men were naked and immense, most easily passing seven feet in height as they urged one another to drink. One couch was practically filled with a hugely fat man, his moobs barely contained in a tight tank top as his hairy gut rolled out between huge thighs, pooling onto the ground. Charlie couldn't help but watch as other frat brothers poured beer into a funnel leading to the couch pinned bear’s mouth, his swollen gut gradually swelling. Charlie found himself imagining being pinned against the belly, seeing the visible trails of sweat flowing between the dense fat rolls, only shaken from his horny thoughts as the couch-crushing bear let out a booming belch, shaking the room and earning cheers.

“Duh, the eating contest,” The huge former trainer said, thumping his gut proudly before bringing Charlie to a room. Most of the space was taken from what looked to be three troughs used for feeding barn animals. Only the troughs were filled with greasy fast foods. Seated behind each trough were a trio of swollen men. Their bodies were filled with fat, their huge asses spread over stone benches that Charlie was sure he could lay down and the fat orbs could not only cover him but be spread out even further. “Alright guys, get ready to gorge.”

Being plopped into a seat, given a great view, Charlie watched as the men gorged like the hogs they were. Sticking their faces into the troughs, eating voraciously, their bodies wobbling about. Charlie could see each bite the men took, their bodies gradually swelled, hair-covered bodies spreading out and pushing against one another as the other frat brothers cheered on the sight. Charlie swore he saw the fattening men’s bellies and moobs pushing the troughs, forcing the huge gorging blobs to lift them up and stuff more. Even as the hog-like men sat down, their bulging bodies grew more and more, taking up more space in the steadily cramped room.

Charlie hoped there would be a tie since he could see a tiebreaker of the huge hogs wrestling their sweat-dripping bodies.

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A Scorned Lover’s Curse (XWG):

Doug has not been having a good month.

It all started when he broke up with his boyfriend, Chaz. Doug had a fun time, though he felt he needed to change things. That and he already had two guys he was seeing at the time and needed time for them. Chaz didn’t take the news well.

It didn’t help that Doug used Chaz’s slight weight gain as a reason.

… and dumping Chaz on his birthday might not have been a great move.

Since then, Doug expected his newfound freedom to treat him well. Only things didn’t seem right.

Doug was surprised as about four days after dumping Chaz, he noticed a slight bump of fat on his stomach covering his abs. Doug found that odd, not seeing anything different with his meals or gym habits. Figuring it might have been relationship weight that he didn’t notice, Doug decided to focus more on his cardio. Maybe even try hitting on that cute twink at the gym. After all, he can work off the slight pudge.

Only Doug couldn’t work it off. In fact, no matter how much he worked on cardio or cut down on fatty foods, Doug seemed to be gaining weight quickly. At first, it wasn’t too bad, he got quite a few guys who were interested in the off-season look he had. But as he kept swelling, it was harder to get guys when his hard-earned muscles were covered in a thickening layer of fat. His tight clothing highlighted how fat he was getting as his rolls jiggled with every movement he took. Exercise proved harder and he kept growing, easily more than doubling his weight within two weeks, having to change his wardrobe and most of the gym regulars no longer recognised Doug since the swollen butterball couldn’t be the muscular stud who used the gym as a hookup spot.

Eventually, creeping into 400 pounds, Doug had to give up going to the gym after one workout session he crouched down, trying to catch his breath. Only for his bulbous body to tear his workout shorts. The elastic material was unable to contain his huge ass cheeks. The embarrassment proved too much, and Doug left the gym with a deep blush and squeezed himself into his car. Driving home, Doug finally gave up on his attempt at diet, making a trip to various drive-thrus. Each bag emptied into his hungry gullet.

It was how we got to the end of the month and where Doug found himself not. Seated on a special four-person couch, Doug took up the entire sofa with his ass cheeks and thick thighs spilling over the back and armrests. Doug was swollen with mass, fat spilling out over what was once a well-fit gym body, now tethering into a tonne. His fat gut could have been a mattress spilt in front of him, sweat dripping down and over the thick fat rolls. Doug’s forearms were thicker than his chest had once been, with barely any muscle in them save for the bit that would stuff food into him. Currently, the blob-like man was gorging, barely looking up when he heard his front door open. He expected another delivery man, carrying more food for Doug to gorge on. Instead, he caught sight of his ex Chaz walking up. The comparatively skinny man let out a whistle as he took in the sight of the immense Doug.

“Damn, I knew the results would be something. But never expected you to get this huge,” Chaz said, walking around the discarded food packets as he approached the gorging hog of a man, reaching up and giving a dinner plate-sized nipple on the yoga ball-sized moobs a squeeze, earning a deep moan from the colossal man. “And to think, you still got a whole month before the curse lets up.”