June 2022 Drabbles

(Sorry for the delay, been busy with life, but catching up again)

Factory Tour

“Now we come to the end of the tour, one of the favourite areas. The Stables.”

The tour of the M.A.S.S. Inc company and adjoined factory had been an exciting trip for the group of men. Still, nothing prepared them for what greeted them within the expansive warehouse they were guided into. Taking up good portions of the expansive hall-like room were flesh-coloured blobs. The men on the tour recognised them as fattened men, clearly having been affected by the company's growing products. Besides their massive, blubber-packed forms, the tour group took notice of massive pipes trailing from under their massive mattress-sized bellies. The crowd could make out the swollen head of their hard cocks contained in a tube, showing how the sweaty blobs were leaking more than just sweat.

“As you can see,” The tour guide continued, walking past the swollen blob-like men. “Here in the stables, our ‘bulls’ produce a large quantity of milk that helps to flavour most of our M.A.S.S. Inc products like our butterball bites, which are on sale in our gift shop.”

The tour guide’s chipper tone was muffled as the closest blob let out a deep moan from his feeding tube. The blobby body wobbled widely with the tube containing his cock filled with a dense flood of spunk. The hose draining off to a container all the other cock hoses were draining off to.

“Now, before we reach the end of our tour, M.A.S.S. Inc would like to offer one lucky guest the chance to join the stable crew.” The tour guide said, taking the group's attention away from the horny blobs as he produced a tray of sweets, offering them up to the men in the group. “To keep things fair, one of these sweets will grow one lucky guy till you fit in with the rest of the ‘Bulls’”

The tour guide barely finished explaining as the men grabbed a sweet eat and ate their piece. Most barely chewed as they swallowed them whole. There was silence between the group as they waited, lasting until one of the men belched, reaching down to his growing belly as his pants tightened against his growing bulge.

“And we have a lucky winner.”

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Freshman Fifteen (Hundred)

“Did you hear about that Freshman?”

“Yeah. I mean, Jesus, I can’t believe how fat that guy got.”

“I know, when he enrolled, he was skinnier than me. And now his ass alone is-”

The groups' gossip died down when the now-familiar shaking of the ground began, growing steadily stronger with the glasses and trays in the canteen shaking with every thud. It wasn’t long before a shadow appeared under the wide double doors just as they were forced open. A few students and staff gasped at the now-familiar sight of the inhuman-sized student. His swollen fat spilling out, pushing up against the doorframe, with his large neck roll and chins digging into his enormous drooping moobs. The student’s fat face was red with effort as he crouched down to try and fit through the comparatively tiny door. His bare fat gut spilt on the cracked tile floor, oozing out like flesh-coloured slime, sweat dripping off as he grunted to force himself through.

The crowd could only gasp as the fat student was even larger than he was yesterday, threatening to break the doorway and wall, grunting as he squeezed through to enter the canteen. His thick fat shoulders were forced through with the doorframe left cracked and warped from the blob-like man making his way through. The huffing giant of a student was panting deeply, groaning before standing back up. His fat face sunken into his shoulders, his sandbag-sized moobs higher than anyone else could reach. The huge blob let out a belch that shook the entire hall before he got back to waddling toward the food stalls

“No wonder they call him the frat hog. Heard he’s cleared entire kegs.”

“And he’s only growing worse.”

The comments came up against, watching the huge shaking ass that could smoother a couch with how wide and fat-filled it was. The massive giant of a student was bare save for a tight jockstrap that dug into his fat rolls, barely needed or noticed with the huge hog of a student going for food.

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The Heist

“I told you. We shouldn’t have taken that statue.”

Hindsight and regret were things most thieves would have after a heist, especially should something go wrong. Although this trio of thieves were finding that their regret had the added bonus of having a more unusual effect on them.

The once slim men were now sporting swollen belies, their lithe limbs thickening out against their tightening black garbs. The leader of their group grew taller with his shirt riding up to expose his hairy jiggling belly, swelling significantly faster than the other two cohorts. The trio found themselves looking over the statue of the fat man they had stolen, the crystal-like figure shimmering slightly as the effects took on the three men.

“W-We got to return it.” One of the crooks said, his former swimmer build now looking more like a sumo wrestler as he waddled to the statue. His gate unseemly as he approached the table.

“Marcos, wait!” Another of the crocks said, trying to waddle after his compatriot only for the two growing men, unused to their size, to follow over one another and land beside the table, causing it to lurch and the statue to roll off, landing at their leader’s feet with a crash and bang. The two lackies blinked in surprise, blinded by the flash of light that came from the artifact, before they took in the sight taking up the room.

Their once portly boss was now mega sized. If he had been his original height, he would have easily been over eight hundred pounds with his fat body exposed as his clothes were ripped apart. As it was, the gigantic man sat on his huge ass, crushing most of the ill gotten goods the robbers had behind him, along with a wall that divided the room from the kitchen. His enormous belly showed trails of sweat as it swelled before them, his cavern like belly button big enough for a guy to shove their whole fist into. The two lackeys looked up past their boss’s massive moobs that rivalled their own guts to the fat bearded face that was pressing against the cracking ceiling, glaring back down at them with a frown.

“Well, at least we stopped growing.” Their gargantuan boss said, only to punctuate his sentence as his belly let out a gurgle that shook the entire safehouse.

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Big Boss Two (Ton)

“What do you mean the price has doubled?”

“It mean you gotta pay more? Or is protection not worth it for you?”

The owner of the restaurant sighed, grumbling about protection from a fat blob before he called over his servers to get to work. The gang members watched the old man and the servers prepare the order for their boss, only instead of what most would consider a meal, the restaurant owners were preparing a variable feast, loading up boxes with food and such. The mob members taking a few of the take out boxes to load up the refrigerated van they brought, the vehicle suspension straining from the food already loaded in from other businesses.

With the truck loaded up, the gang members closed the van before driving off towards the warehouse district their boss had made his headquarters, Well, more a way to describe how their immense boss now filled one of the warehouses with his bulk and was now his home. The van parked outside the warehouse, the Air conditioner fans blazing from the outside as the mobsters worked to unload the van of it’s delicious cargo.

Stepping into the warehouse, the mobsters groaned at the odd mix of humid, musky air along with the cool breeze from the high powered Air Conditioner Units, though they proved to be doing little to counter act the sweaty, heat generating mass that was their boss Luka. His sweat laddened fat rolls spreading out across the cracked concrete floor, rivers of sweat flowing off his undulating form into the drains. Moving around the growing blob that would barely be recognised as a man, the gang members came to where their boss’s head and swollen shoulders were. The giant mass of fat was lazing on hsi immense truck sized gut, his swollen hands digging into a trough placed before him, Luka’s ham sized hands on tree trunk thick arms scooping out mixtures of food for him to gorge himself on.

“More…” The huge whale of a mob boss moaned out as his beady eyes, almost shut by his swollen fat cheeks, spotted his subbordinantes with the food for him. The two men dumped the contents into the trough, watching as it and the greasy slop that was the previous payments went into their hog like boss.

No one could say he wasn’t the biggest mob boss around.