Glynda and Pyrrha Fatten Jaune Drabble

Jaune stared at the tube in front of his face. The hose descended from the ceiling and ended in his mouth, where it steadily pumped a thick cream down his throat. It had been a cornerstone of his diet for…an indeterminate amount of time. He would have liked to reach out and remove the tube from his mouth, but his arms were restrained. Thick straps wrapped around his bloated wrists and held his arms along. Although, Jaune’s arms would be too heavy to lift even if they were unrestrained. The heavy, bloated limbs would be more natural at his sides, far too thick to undertake the simplest tasks. His forearms were more broad than his former waistline, and the undersides sagged with globs of blubbery dough.

Jaune’s mobility was long gone, but he could at least sit upright. That allowed him to look ahead and see how his body sloped and sagged. The closest thing in his field of vision were his bulbous cheeks, extra chin, and thick neck fat. They were so flabby that he only needed to look down to see them. Beyond them were his sagging moobs. Each was like a heavy sandbag and lacked any sense of definition. They couldn’t even be called voluptuous with how gravity dragged them down. Any support was only given in part by the middle of his belly. This was a nearly spherical mound of fat that was only propped up by the slope of his lower belly that touched the floor. His body had grown wide, too. He was nearly twice as wide as he was tall. His ass stretched across a well-padded futon couch. It was custom-made to be large enough for five or six people, but his gigantic rump managed to stretch from end to end. Instead of legs, it was built on a solid foundation like a house.

Speaking of legs, Jaune could no longer move his. They were bent over the edge of the seat, but they were far too thick to move. From his feet, ankles, and up to his thighs were broad and thickly covered in fat. Jaune had been stationary for any muscles to have atrophied, but they would have failed to move him even at their strongest.

He was utterly helpless.

Thankfully, he had two very attentive women to take care of him. They had gingerly and lovingly nursed him to this size. Thanks to them, his former scrawny self had been bloated to this size. In the beginning, they spent all of their time focused on him. Jaune was easily manipulated in bed, and their activities often left him famished. He was all too receptive to food when it came with more tender affection.

Eventually, his pants ceased to fit, then his hoodie became too small, and eventually, he was left only in his underwear…until those, too, were torn asunder by his dough-stuffed ass. Thankfully, his lovers had managed to get him larger pairs until it became too cumbersome to dress Jaune. He was left nude, but his low-hanging belly kept him modest. It was around then that Jaune’s feeding became more automated. His caretakers could afford to leave him alone. After all, he was too fat to fit through the only door. He was also too embarrassed to waddle through the halls naked.

The door unlocked, and two chunky figures stepped in. Pyrrha Nikos and Glynda Goodwitch looked at Jaune with pleased and lustful expressions. The sight of such a fat, naked man was one thing to arouse them. However, the fact that they had pushed Jaune so far was much more exciting. To start with, someone skinny and goading them into becoming a heaving lump of flesh was enough to put them in the mood. The feeding tube and arm restraints were cherries on top.

They waddled over to Jaune and took their places at his sides. They also discarded their clothing as they went. Skirts, blouses, shoes, and socks were all tossed aside. They remained in their underwear, but the sexy designs proved more erotic than pure nudity. That was evident on Jaune’s face as his globular cheeks lit up in a pink hue.

Pyrrha’s sultry grin gave way to one that quivered with excitement. She pressed her chest against one of Jaune’s moobs. Her breasts were plump and perky, but they were puny compared to Jaune’s heavy sacks of fat. Her belly caressed his side and sank in gently while one hand gripped as much of Jaune’s belly fat as it could. She spread her legs as wide as she could so that she could straddle Jaune’s thighs. Her excitement was too much to contain, and she began to drag herself back and forth against it.

Glynda took her spot on Jaune’s opposite thigh. She squeezed it firmly between her chunky legs while one finger traced little circles on Jaune’s arm. Her expression remained sultry and intense. She bit her lower lip gently as her other hand gently slid across Jaune’s chest.

Neither said anything, but their touch was enough to make Jaune groan. He tried to shift his body, but the best he could do was send small ripples throughout his body. His breath grew heavy, and he felt something stir in his lower body—something deeply buried in fat yet still uncharacteristically firm.

Jaune was embarrassed, but he let out a small whine. Glynda and Pyrrha picked up on this immediately and set to work…