November 2022 Prompt Drabbles

The Power of Wealth

“I’m telling you Carson, the Ambrosia treatment is just amazing. Look at me, old friend.”

“I am, but these changes are quite… drastic.”

Carson couldn’t help but grip his chair as the ground shook as his long time friend Martin walked towards him. What had once been the frail body of an Eighty-Nine year old Billionaire was not the body of a God. The heaving muscles glistened with sweat, causing the stark white body hair to shine more as the now giant behemoth stomped close to the shaking Carson. The muscle bound Martin got right in front of Carson, giving the smaller man a view of his massive cock that was barely contained in the tight sheet of a thong, the dense bush of pubic hair and pulsing veins peaking out before the huge legs moved down, Martin grunted deeply as he shifted his colossal form to kneel down before his tiny friend, bringing his sweat pecs and cobblestone like abs right in front of Carson’s face.

“Look at me, Car. Just last week I struggled to get out of bed. Now I can juggle my fleet of cars like they were made of paper,” Martin said with an almost feral smile on his face, the massive man raising an arm up to flex the impressive, bowling ball sized biceps. The other massive mitt of a hand reaches to cup his box sized pecs, giving one of the wall like muscles a squeeze to show off it’s size.

“I can see that… but for the price, not to mention the risks?”

“Bah, Risks are for poor plebs. The wealth we have, we earned the right to become gods. Not to mention how it feels, those doctors said I got another Fifty years in me at least,” Martin almost growled, raising both arms and flexing, his glistening skin stretching against his swollen muscles as his musk alone threatened to suffocate Carson. The frail man however found the scent rather… enticing. Especially as he considered how Martin’s thick arms alone look thicker than Carson’s entire body.

“Well, I suppose I deserve to be physically as powerful as I am in society.” Carson rationalised, trying not to make his arousal apparent as his friend only laughed deeply, shaking the frail man before Martin stood up tall.

“That’s the spirit. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it, especially when you can now outmatch the virile attendants. Those young men have been keeping me busy in between my workouts,” Martin said, proudly groping his obscene bulging cock before he licked his lips. “Though first, let’s grab something to eat. Besides, it’ll be a good show to you just how much you’ll be eating when you join the one ton club.”

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Fat Friday Sale

“Can you believe these guys still never learn their lessons?”

Russel and Jake sighed as they leaned against their cashier points. The two store workers watched the march of men rushing into the store to try and take advantage of the Black Friday sales that were going on. However, one reason the store was either abandoned or flocked during these sales was the special ‘punishment’ which happened to the more unruly customers. Russel watched as one guy practically tackled an old man to grab a console at Seventy-Five percent off, only for the man to freeze with his ill gotten goods as his form began to swell out. The sweater he was wearing rose up as his body thickened out. His slim frame bulging out, a gut forming and pushing his sweater up alone with his thickening chest, limbs growing out and pulling on his sleeves and trousers. Though the two clerks noticed how rather than being shocked or screaming in distress, the swollen man seemed to moan before going back into the fray of chaotic shoppers.

“You don’t think… They want to get fat?” Jake asked, blinking when he saw two men fighting over a golf club set, their bodies swelling out with each tug as they began to resemble more sumo wrestlers with how their fat filled bodies forced them to widen their stances. Rather than their growing mass dissuading their behaviour, the two swelling men seemed to get more aggressive, their clothing struggling to contain their wobbling mass.

“I guess. That’s the only reason I can think… Oh crap,” Russel cursed, now recalling why their new boss had been taking photos all last week in the build up for the sale. “This was supposed to make things calmer.”

“I mean, it’s not too bad,” Jake began to say, only to stop and grab hold of the til desk as the ground shook. Looking towards the crowd, they saw one of the shelves had been knocked over, revealing one of the biggest men they’ve ever seen. The brutish blob was devoid of clothing, save the scraps that clung to his hairy frame as he waddled through the crowd. His massive gut easily knocked away the other smaller men whilst his greedy mitts of hands grabbed more stuff, each item leading to further growth as he swelled wider and taller.

“Well.. I hope these guys know they’ll only keep the size if they pay for the stuff.” Russel sighed, watching the chaos unfold whilst praying the bloated blimps of men don’t cause too much damage he’ll have to clean up.